!q5yg2.exyk 2013/02/01 (Fri) 05:39 No. 28937
[x] Something lewd!
[x] She’ll have to come to you.
[x] Top Secret!
[x] At her home.
Okay. You’ll make sure to tell her all that... sometime. It’s too peaceful to talk right now. You still feel nice and relaxed after your orgasm, and Marisa’s breathing and heartbeat are so relaxing...
Oh, it’s almost sunset now. Looks like you fell asleep for a bit. Marisa’s snoring quietly under you, her arms still draped over your back. You shouldn’t let her sleep here for too long.
“Hey, wake up. We’re gonna stay at your place tonight.”
Marisa’s eyes flutter open. She seems groggy and confused at first, and she scrunches her face as the memories all flood back to her, but then everything settles into place and she relaxes with a smile.
“Sure thing, Mistress.”
You get off of her and put your clothes back on as she rises clumsily to her feet and stumbles over to her broom.
“Hey, don’t forget your clothes, Marisa.” She’ll need them whenever she’s out of the house.
Maris stops in her tracks. “Oh, yeah. Forgot for a second.” She lets out a little chuckle, putting a hand behind her head. Marisa handles her underwear alright, but you step in to help her into her dress and adjust her hat. No doll of yours is going to look sloppy.
Once she’s dressed, Marisa grabs her broom again and puts it between her legs, sitting at the very front to make room behind her. You hesitantly climb onto the flimsy-looking thing and put your arms around her waist. The broom carries both of you up to into the air; and Marisa leans back a little, and the broom shoots off three times as fast as you’d like.
Glancing back, you see your hill shrinking away behind you. It seems kind of insignificant from up here, sticking up just a little in the middle of nowhere. But someday, it’ll be known far and wide as the birthplace of dollkind’s greatest hero!
The air’s cold up here. You huddle behind Marisa to let her take most of the wind, but it still tears at your arms. After a while, she notices your discomfort and wordlessly tucks your arms into her dress.
That’s better. Now that you’re more comfortable, you get a bit curious and start glancing around, trying to see what you can in the fading daylight. The scenery’s moving a little too fast for you to make anything out, though. Oh, but you can see the forest!
It’s a lot bigger than your hill. The dark, leafy treetops all look the same to you, but Marisa seems to know exactly what she’s doing. Soon enough, you notice a very small, rapidly-approaching hole in the trees.
Suddenly, you question the wisdom of riding with someone who just spent three or four hours in a poison field.
“Hang onto your butt, Mistress!” Marisa hunches over and plunges through the treeline about twice as fast as you’d like. leveling off at the very last second and air-screeching to a halt just inches off of the ground. Your heartbeat catches up a moment later. Marisa dismounts gracefully, but you just kind of fall off and plop down on the ground. Your legs won’t be much use for a while.
“Alright, here we are!”
Marisa points you off to the right, where you get a breathtaking view of her resplendent... Wait, that’s her house? It looks like it’s about to fall over! The plaster’s cracked in more places than not, and there’s ivy growing all over the walls of its single story And it smells. Some of that smell is poison, but most of it’s just gross and musty. You’re definitely not making this your permanent base.
But, it’s all you have right now, and Marisa seems proud of it. After pulling you up from the ground, she opens the slightly-crooked door and leads you inside, turning on some glowy magical orbs with a snap of her fingers. They illuminate a small, crowded interior, with a stone floor that’s almost completely hidden under dozens of piles of books and broken doodads. Marisa seems to ignore the clutter completely, steps over all the junk without even looking down. You could try and picking your way through the mess, but you decide to just float over it all instead. That’s lot simpler.
Halfway into library/dining room, Marisa turns around with a smile. “So, whatcha wanna do, Mistress? I’ve got a tub out back if you want a bath, or I could cook something, or...”
“Mm, I think I’ll have dinner.” It’s been a few weeks since the last time you ate.
“Sure, sure! Just a moment.” Marisa disappears further into the house, and a cacophony of bubbling and sizzling and chopping sounds starts pouring out from her direction. While she’s busy cooking, you amuse yourself by poking around her piles of stuff.
Marisa’s certainly a collector. There’s books, telescopes, ships in bottles, an ancient sword of immense power... but no dolls. Maybe they’re in her bedroom?
The bedroom’s pretty much identical to the other room, except that there’s a bed and a dresser thrown into the clutter.
No dolls on the floor, and none in the dresser... Oh? What do we have here?
There’s a short box at the bottom of her closet. Inside, you find some... are these supposed to be clothes? They look like it, but they’re so small, and thin, and... and... lewd.
Very lewd. And they’re Marisa’s size, too...
“It’s ready!” Marisa’s echoing call startles you enough to make you drop the string-like panty-things you were holding. You follow her voice out of the bedroom, back to a small wooden table in the dining room She sets down some chipped plates of food and takes a seat across from you. There’s rice, button-sized mushrooms in brown sauce, and some soup. Smells good.
You pick up the pair of chopsticks and carefully pull on both sides until they snap apart. The break isn’t even, but you don’t ruin them, either. Then you have to remember how to use them; you always have trouble with that, and it doesn’t help that Marisa’s watching with a little smirk.
“H-hey, what are you looking at?”
“Ah, don’t mind me.” Marisa turns down to her food without dropping her smirk, and you get your grip right soon after the pressure lifts.
You take a quick sample of everything. The rice is kind of bland by itself, but you quickly discover that it mixes well with the kinda-tangy sauce that the mushrooms are in. The mushrooms themselves are a strange mix of squishy and firm, and they really soak in the flavor of the sauce. Lastly, the soup’s smooth and kind of salty. It does a good job of balancing out the rest of the food.
All in all, it’s probably a pretty lame meal, but it sure tastes a lot better than the poison you usually eat. Marisa’s started watching you again; you give her an approving nod and smile, and she smiles back a little brighter than you’d expect from a simple compliment. Maybe because it came from you.
As the food gives your jaw an unfamiliar workout, it occurs to you that there’s a lot you don’t know about Gensokyo. Your knowledge doesn’t extend far beyond your hill, and you’ll need a lot more than that to make your plans succeed.
“Hey, Marisa, you’ve got your nose in everyone’s business, right? Can you tell what’s been going on lately?” Might as well start with current events. After the flower incident, you spent a year fighting for the liberation of dolls, but when that didn’t work out, and you got kind of discouraged and just sat around for a long time. You’re not sure how long it’s been since then.
“Uh, sure! How far back do you wanna go?”
Um. “How about the last year?”
Marisa nods and sets down her chopsticks to think. “Well, last fall, there was a new shrine that popped up on the mountain. The miko there picked a fight with Reimu, and I tagged along to watch. They’re a bunch of schemers up there, always tryin’ to come up with new ways to gather faith. I’d rather have nothing to do with ‘em.”
That’s strange to hear, coming from her. “Oh, another shrine? Are they always fighting with Reimu’s?”
“Nah, not really. Reimu doesn’t care enough for that.”
Aw, that’s too bad. You might’ve been able to use a conflict between the shrines to your advantage.
“The new miko’s a looker, though! Wouldn’t mind making her a doll, but she’s got a really protective pair of goddesses.”
Marisa flashes you a naughty grin, then reaches back into her memory. Very interesting.
“Now, besides that... It was pretty quiet until just a few months ago, when all this weird weather stuff that happened.”
“Oh, I remember that! A stupid heat wave dried up all my suzuran.” You had half a mind to go out and beat up whoever caused it, but you weren’t too tough without your poison supply. By the time the flowers got better, it was all over.
“Oh, yeah? Well, you weren’t the only one who didn’t like it. Everyone ran around fightin’ each other for a while, and it turned out that a celestial was the cause. I took her down myself.”
“Yeah, that’s what you call people who live up in Heaven. Spoiled bunch. Don’t like them either.”
Wow, you hadn’t thought Marisa could be so judgmental. If she doesn’t even associate with people she dislikes, does that mean she only bothers people she likes?
“Well, good work! You were helping me even before you became my doll.”
“Heh, I try.” Marisa blushes a little and scratches the back of her head. She really does like it when you compliment her, doesn’t she?
“So, was there anything else?”
“Nah, that’s about it.”
Really? You’d expected there to be more. Seems like you’re not as far behind as you thought.
You swallow the last bite of your meal and lay down your chopsticks. Being full feels nice; you’ll have to eat more often now that you have dolls to cook for you. Marisa wolfs down the rest of her food to catch up, getting bits of it all over her face and the table. Not proper at all. She finishes with a huge mouthful and half a cup of water, then exhales loudly and happily and slams the mug on the table.
“Ahh, that was good! Now, let’s go and--” Marisa cuts herself off and quickly shakes her head. “Now, would you like to have a bath, Mistress?”
That sounds good. Bathing isn’t something you can do very often. You accept with another smiling nod, and Marisa jumps up eagerly and leads you to an extra-small room in the back of the house.
She strips without a shred of modesty, hanging up her dress and shirt and flinging everything else in a basket. Once she leaves out the back door to prepare the bath, you undress as well, using a spare hook and basket that smell faintly of lavender. Then you head out the back door into the breezy, fragrant forest night.
It’s gotten really dark. Five or ten meters away, you see a little sphere of light, where Marisa’s standing over large white tub filled most of the way with water. As you grope your way to her though the darkness, she finishes chanting a little spell and straightens up.
“All ready, Mistress!” Give it a try.”
You don’t see any sources of heat, but the water’s nice and warm when you touch it. Must be magic. Marisa goes in first, stepping right into the tub and slowly lowering herself onto her back. Once she’s settled in with her arms and legs dangling over the sides, she beckons you in with a finger.
You lift one leg over the tub’s edge and dip a toe into the water. There’s nothing wrong with the water, so you grab the far rim and heave yourself into the tub, immersing your whole body at once. Your body relaxes immediately, and you can’t keep yourself from sighing.
It’s nice. Once you settle in on top of Marisa, the warm water covers everything but your neck and insulates it from the night breeze. Marisa puts her arms around you again, briefly caressing one of your nipples before deciding she’d rather just cuddle. You take a deep breath and close your eyes; the chirping and screeching of the forest isn’t exactly soothing, but you still feel safe in this little island of light and heat. You reach back and find a lock of Marisa’s hair, idly stroking it while your mind wanders.
“Do you know anyone who would make a good doll?”
“Oh? Oh! Let’s see.” A new excitement sparkles in Marisa’s eyes, and she bounces her knee under you as she thinks, repeatedly bumping your leg and making little ripples in the bathwater.
“Well, guess I gotta mention Alice. She lives right here in the forest, just down the way a little. I go to her place all the time. She’s a master at slave magic; she’s got a whole army of dolls that she controls with just her mind, and these little strings that can tie people up in seconds.”
Aha! The slavedriver!
“But, if she can control dolls, it might be dangerous to go after her. What if she just takes control of us?” Marisa adds.
Ah, that’s a good point. As much as you’d like to put that girl in her place, you shouldn’t go after her without a real ace in the hole. Turning into another one of her doll-slaves would be the ultimate humiliation.
There’s a lull while Marisa thinks some more. You try lacing your fingers in with hers; her hands are a good bit bigger, and a little rougher too. Just a little.
“Now, is there anyone who’d be easier to get? I guess there’s Reimu. She’s always really uptight. I always try to get her to have fun, but she just sours everything she goes to. Being a doll might be a fun change of pace for her. And, she can seal away youkai’s powers. That could be really handy.”
“Ooh, would that work on Alice?”
“Nah, doesn’t work on magicians.”
“And the youkai would notice pretty quickly if she started actin’ strange. So, maybe not a good choice if we wanna keep this on the down-low.”
Another pause. You turn your head and nuzzle against one of her breasts while you wait.
“Oh! Maybe Patchouli Knowledge, over in the Scarlet Devil Mansion. She’s the oldest magician in Gensokyo; I bet she’s got all kinds of sexy magic, and her body’s in great shape too. But all she ever does is sit there and read. Kind of a waste, if you ask me. It should be easy to make someone like her cum her brains out.”
“Ooh, yeah! But, we’d have to break into the mansion to get to her, wouldn’t we?”
Marisa thumps the tub in excitement. “Oho, don’t you worry about that! I’ve got my own secret entrance. Can’t guarantee we’ll be safe from the rest of the mansion, though, and she does have a bothersome librarian. Wouldn’t be easy.”
None of these girls sound easy, Marisa.
“I guess the only other one I’d recommend is Nitori. She‘s a kappa, lives in a big cave halfway up Youkai Mountain. I just met her last year, but we’re good friends.”
Say, didn’t Marisa mention that name while you were training her?
“She’s always messing around with machines and Outsider stuff, and she doesn’t mind if I borrow some. She’s probably got all sorts of fun sex-toys we could use.”
But, can you and Marisa give her more pleasure than they do? Well, if you had enough aphrodisiacs...
Seems like things will be harder from here on out. You mull things over in your head for a while, and run into an obvious question
“Whoever we pick, you’re gonna have to come along. Do you have any cool powers that’d help turn girls into dolls?”
“Hum. Well, I am a witch! I could fire up the ol’ cauldron and make some mushrooms into sex-potions that we can sneak into people’s drinks and stuff. And I’m pretty good in a fight, too. If anyone wants to lay a finger on you, they’ll have to get through me first!” Marisa tightens her hug a little as she says that. You don’t think you’d need the help, but it’s a nice gesture.
“Ooh. Could you make some with the mushrooms we used today?”
“Ah, well, uh, those two were really rare. It could take a week or two to find more.”
That’s no good.
“The other two are more common, though. I could whip you up some of those, no problem.”
“Great! That’ll be a big help.” A poisonous potion would be more covert and portable than the gases and pastes you make alone.
“No problem, Mistress.” Marisa gives your wet hair a little ruffle.
And then it’s quiet. Your mind turns in lazy circles, imagining your future conquests and victories.
Your eyelids are getting heavy.
You let out a yawn, and Marisa catches it a moment later. You feel like you’ve done enough talking for now.
“Ah... I’m kinda tired, Marisa. Wanna go to sleep now?”
You climb out of the tub to let Marisa stand up. When she does, the water runs down her body in a bunch of little streams, dripping from her hair and her fingertips. She stretches her back and her neck, pushing her dripping chest up into the air, and then steps out of the tub.
Your doll dries you off with a fluffy towel and some magic. It’s pretty warm in her house, so you decide not to bother getting dressed. Marisa cleans herself and follows your lead in staying naked, and you follow her to the bedroom--
Oh, that’s right! She has a bed!
It’s so soft! And there’s a blanket, too! Marisa laughs a little as she watches you rub yourself against everything to feel how comfy it is. Once you settle down, she gets in too and snuggles up against you, holding you close to her chest while the sheets and the mattress caress the rest of your tender body. It feels amazing, like you could drift off without even trying.
But first, you want to decide who to go after next. Marisa’s gotten you access to some new targets; you could go after one of those next, or head back to the hill and try to catch someone there.
[ ] Alice.
[ ] Reimu.
[ ] Patchouli.
[ ] Nitori.
[ ] Crow girl.
[ ] Maid girl.
[ ] Bunny girl.