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[/color][/center]\n\n[center]Inside the Box\n\nPart 4[/center]\n\n\nTornell sat in the tub looking quite miserable and wondering how he let himself get into such a situation. Two weeks was starting to sound like a long time. His paw was bandaged and he was holding it up so it wouldn't get wet. He bathed rarely. Typically only before someone visited or a Skype session with his therapist, and only then if he thought he needed it. He seldom had visitors so that didn't come up much, and he did so before therapy because his psychiatrist had finally managed to talk him into using the computer cam after several years without. She wasn't a bad looking feline. Plus he was pretty sure she was single, so it made some sense to try not to look like a disgusting alley cat. Not that he was all that optimistic.\n\nHe hated the water. Hated getting wet and having his fur matted down. Hated the process of drying off. It was easier to just stay dirty. It's not like he had to impress anyone anyway. \n\nSophie had insisted. Beyond insisted. The little bunny made a massive nuisance of herself in order to get her way. Tugging and hanging on him, nagging the whole time. When she noticed his scratched and bleeding paw she got even worse, saying it needed to be disinfected and bandaged. Tornell did his best to resist her. He could bathe himself if he needed to, and the injury to his paw was just a little scratch, nothing to be concerned with, but the rabbit would not be denied. She decided to change her tactic. \n\n“If you don't let me treat your paw, I'll scream.” She threatened.\n\n“You promised you wouldn't.” Tornell reminded her.\n\n“Maybe I lied.” She said looking defiant.\n\n“You better not!” He said, barely managing to get the sentence out before the little doll let out a shriek. It was amazingly loud from such a tiny thing. Tornell was on her in an instant, grabbing her arm and clasping a paw over her mouth to muffle her.\n\n“Are you nuts!” He growled at her. “If the neighbors hear that they'll have the police knocking down my door!” \n\nThe doll looked down bashfully and Tornell took his paw away from her mouth. \n\n“Are you mad at me?” She pouted.\n\nTornell was flabbergasted. “What the f-- yes! Yes, I'm mad at you!”\n\nShe smiled at him and bit her bottom lip playfully with her adorable buck teeth. “That's better than nothing, I guess.” She said. “I'll take it.”\n\nThe bunny had done that simply to get an honest emotional reaction out of him, Tornell realized. She was so starved for his attention that she'd take anger and hostility as opposed to apathy. Angel had told him that his new companion was “uniquely complicated”, seems that might have been code for “a fucking lunatic”. \n\n“Are you going to kiss me, spank me, or let me go?” Sophie asked him.\n\nTornell rolled his eyes with a sigh. He has a sudden desire to do more than just spank her, instead he released her arm. The doll frowned.\n\n“Not what I was hoping for.” She said. The feline wasn't sure which other option she would have preferred. The rabbit had expressed some interest in punishment earlier.\n\nSophie rebounded with a smile before Tornell could think long on it. “Alright! It's bath time!” She skipped into the bathroom and turned on the water. \n\nShe gasped loudly. “You got blood on my clean floor!” she scolded. “And on a clean towel too!” She emerged from the bathroom with the towel and went over to the laundry. “You're hopeless, you know? Honestly! I just cleaned this towel!” She rubbed some detergent on the stain as a pretreatment and left the towel on the washer while it waited for the next load. She didn't really look that angry about it. She even offered him a sly smile as she walked back to the bathroom. She appeared to enjoy that he needed someone to take care of him.\n\n“Come in here and sit down so I can bandage your paw while it fills up.” She said over the din of the running bath. When Tornell didn't join her in the bathroom she said: “If you don't come in I'll scream.” with a singsongy voice. The cat again rolled his eyes and sighed. Seems she wasn't going to give him much choice in the matter. \n\nIn short order he found himself in the tub with an overly bandaged paw. The bunny had insisted that he could not clean himself with his paw in that state, even though he assured her that he could. Presumably she would scream again if he didn't submit to her wishes, so he relented. He never considered himself to be overly modest, no more than most, but he did find it uncomfortable to undress in front of Sophie. She had watched him like he was unwrapping a present, and it made him self-conscious. He realized how much weight he had gained over the years of bad diet and lethargy. If the doll was disappointed by what she saw she didn't show it. Still, he had gotten into the tub as quickly as possible, hoping the water would preserve some of his dignity. \n\nIf forced to bathe the feline would have much preferred a shower, bathtubs were for kittens, but the doll had put the shower curtain into the wash so showers weren't an option unless he wanted to swamp the floor. Sophie stood in the bath behind him still wearing her French maid outfit. The fishnet stockings were on the floor with Tornell's cast aside clothes. He had wondered how the stockings fit over her large feet, it turned out they had a clever cross stitch down the back to loosen them. She didn't bother to undress any further. He was surprised that the doll had gotten into the bath with him, he had expected she would soak up water like a sponge. Seems whatever she was stuffed with was resistant to absorbing water. She lathered his back, head and neck thoroughly, working the soap deep into his fur with her blunt plastic claws. The doll happily sang a song as she worked. A song Tornell couldn't even guess as to where she had picked up.\n\n“Left a good job in the city,” She crooned softly, “Workin' for the man every night and day. I never lost one minute of sleep, worryin' about the way things might have been.”\n\nTornell couldn't say it was altogether unpleasant. It has been years since he felt the touch of another, even longer since being touched so sensually. Even so, some part of him felt a strong revulsion for the situation, and not only because he was wet. That same distrustful part of him that forced him to remain inside prevented him from taking any real pleasure in it. \n\n“Big wheels keep on turnin',” Sophie sang with her gentle, but off-key, voice, “Proud Mary keeps on burnin'. And we're rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.” The doll tried to smooth down the fur on his shoulder blades only to find that it was unruly. \n\nShe stopped her singing. “Your fur here is weird.” She told him. \n\n“Yeah, it's um... genetic.” He said. The swirled ridges of counter-directional fur on his upper back were distinctive traits of golden cats. They were impossible to get to lay flat, but wasn't uncomfortable. Tornell hardly ever noticed them. \n\n“Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis,” the doll continued as she started to rinse off the soap with the hand held shower head. “and I pumped a lot of 'tane down in New--”\n\n“Could you stop that?” Tornell said.\n\n“You don't like that song? I could sing another one.” \n\n“Just stop singing.” \n\nShe did stop singing, but she started to hum the same tune instead. He wasn't sure if she was trying to annoy him or if she was simply that dense, but he let it pass. If he asked her to stop humming she might start whistling and there isn't anything more annoying than that. \n\nSophie was being very thorough. Tornell realized that she was exploring him as much as she was washing him. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. He had never considered himself to be an exceptional example of his race, or even of masculinity. In truth he was ashamed of his body, or at least what his body has become. There was a time when he was slim and healthy, but those days were long past.\n\nShe rinsed off the soap on his body, making sure to get deep into his fur so none of it was left to dry out his skin later. When she was finished she pressed her body against his back and wrapped her arms around his neck. Not minding that it soaked the front of her dress right through. \n\n“What's wrong?” Tornell asked. It was a strange thing for the doll to suddenly do. “Are we done?”\n\n“Nope.” Sophie answered. “I just wanted to hold you for a minute.” Tornell tolerated the embrace even though it made him uncomfortable. Sophie nuzzled her head against his neck and one of her ears flopped down on his chest. \n\n“How come you live here all alone?” She asked.\n\nTornell shook his head. “It's a long story.” He told her.\n\n“I like stories.” She said. “I know I talk a lot, but I'm a good listener too.” Tornell didn't respond. \n\nSophie let go of him and stepped around in front of him and stood between his knees. “You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.” She said as she started to lather up his chest. “I don't mind.”\n\n“I hurt someone really badly.” Tornell told her. \n\nSophie looked right at him with her big pink eyes. “Why?” She didn't sound accusatory or judgmental. Just honestly interested in his answer.\n\n“It was an accident.” Tornell said and averted his gaze from hers. “I was tired. I shouldn't have been driving. I wasn't in control. It's just that I had driven that route home so many times that I thought it wouldn't be a problem. I just wanted to get home. With my wife. With my baby girl. I only closed my eyes for a second and...” Tornell didn't want to finish it.\n\n“It's okay.” Sophie said, trying her best to be supportive.\n\nTornell grabbed her by the shoulders hard enough to get a shocked reaction out of her face. Deep down that pleased him.\n\n“No, it's not okay!” He hissed at her and gave her a firm shake. “Someone is paralyzed because of me. Everything she was is now gone. She's trapped in a body that no longer responds and it's my fault. I ruined her life. I ruined her family's life. I ruined my family's life. There's nothing I can do to atone for that.” He let her go. “But I don't expect you would understand.”\n\nSophie pushed up her glasses, leaving a dab of soap suds on her nose. For the first time she looked unsure of herself, and that also pleased some dark part of him. “You're right, I don't understand.” She told him. “I'm sorry, I just wanted to help.”\n\nTornell frowned. Why did that make him feel bad? “Look, it... it was a long time ago. People have been trying to help me for years. I don't think I can be helped.” \n\nSophie got back to work on his chest, getting onto her knees between his legs so she could work lower on his body. The frills of her maid dress bobbed in the soapy water, but she didn't pay it any mind. “Maybe you have to let somebody help you before they can help you?”\n\n“Now you sound like Heidi.” He said with a chuckle.\n\n“Who?” She asked, cocking her head at the unfamiliar name.\n\n“My psychiatrist.” He told her. \n\n“She sounds like a smart woman.” Sophie said. The feline wasn't sure if the little bunny had meant that to be as egotistical as it came out, but it was funny to him anyway. What had Angel told him on the phone? He needed her? He couldn't help laughing.\n\n“What's so funny?” \n\n“You.” He told her. “I don't know how anyone could think a doll could come into my life and solve all my problems with sex.”\n\nSophie thought about that for a second, not appearing to understand the contempt with which he said it. Eventually she put her paws on her hips with a huff. “How do you know it won't?” She said. “We haven't even had sex yet. Maybe I have a magic vagina?”\n\n“Oh, yeah?” \n\n“Yeah.” She said and slid in close to him, sloshing water as she did. The cat leaned away from her but she wasn't dissuaded. She put her paws on his chest and pressed her pelvis into Tornell's groin. “And maybe I have a magic mouth.” She crawled up onto him and put a mouth on one of his nipples, not minding that it was covered with lather. She licked across his chest before displaying her open maw to him, her tongue hanging lewdly. The bubbly lather looked remarkably like cum. She closed her mouth and swallowed it without even grimacing at the taste. \n\n“Maybe I can solve all your problems with my body.” She told him.\n\nTornell was taken aback by her raunchy display and suggestive language, but damn if it wasn't turning him on. His penis didn't care if she was real or not, it was coming out of it's sheath regardless. There's only so long you can fight your nature. Not to mention that was what he bought her for. He got himself up to his knees and Sophie slid off him and back into the water. Her paws dragged over his pointy red member.\n\n“Oh, hello.” She said. “Look who came out to play.” Sophie snatched his cock eagerly in her paws, causing the feline to grunt in surprise. She examined it for a moment before looking up at him with a puzzled expression. There were no spines on his penis. Only the dimpled evidence of where they once where. \n\n“My wife didn't like them,” Tornell explained with a shrug, “so she had me get them removed.” He kinda missed them, felt a little less male without them, but he guessed at least not having them made masturbation easier. \n\n“Why would she do that?” Sophie asked. “If she loved you she should love you the way you are.”\n\n“Does it bother you?”\n\n“No!” The doll grasped his member firmly, fearing he might take it away from her. “It's yours, so I do love it.” \n\nShe turned it in her paws to explore it better. “I'm gonna call you Mr. Dimply.” She said, not to him but to his dick as she poked it's pointy tip playfully. “We're gonna have so much fun together, and without your spines you won't hurt me.” She put her mouth up to it, but pulled back suddenly with a wrinkled nose.\n\n“Oh, but you're dirty!” She looked up at Tornell roguishly. “Were you going to stick this filthy thing into me?” She teased. “I'll have to clean him up.”\n\n“Better make it quick.” The cat told her. He wasn't kidding either. Tornell was struck with an overwhelming urge to fuck the living shit out of the doll. He could hardly remember the last time he had sex. Was that the last time his ex wife visited? How long ago was that? Five? Six years? Even then it was a pity fuck at best. An unhappy encounter that he knew at the time would be their last. \n\nSophie grabbed the soap and lathered up her paws before seizing the feline's penis again. The sensation of her plush paws combined with the lather made him suck in a quick gasp of air. She stroked it softly at first, starting out a bit tentative. As if she knew how to do what she was doing but had no actual experience. She kept a watchful eye on Tornell's face, looking for guidance if she was doing too much or too little. The cat didn't complain and it emboldened her to be more aggressive. She stroked him harder with both of her paws, the lather making a sopping noise as she did. \n\n“Is this good?” The little bunny asked.\n\n“Yeah it's-- ugh... yeah.” Tornell responded. He had forgotten how great it felt to have someone touch him there. All the apprehension and weirdness he felt earlier about the situation melted away and allowed him to enjoy the moment. \n\nSophie got the courage to get more creative. She began to knead his balls with one paw and masturbate him with the other. Having his scrotum touched sent a jolt up Tornell's spine and the fur on his back prickled up in response. He leaned with his paws on both sides of the tub to keep himself from slipping back down into the water as his legs tried to weaken. \n\n“Oh, wow! You're leaking!” Sophie exclaimed as a gob of clear pre-cum dribbled from the tip of his penis and mixed in with the foamy soap. “Are you cumming?” \n\n“Nuh-- no, not yet.” \n\n“Will you tell me when?” The bunny asked. “I wanna see it.” \n\nTornell gulped and intended to say “You'll be the first to know” but the little rabbit had picked that moment to slip her paw up behind his nuts and stroke his anus. His back arched and he entirely forgot what he was going say. Sophie was encouraged by the reaction and jerked him off with renewed vigor as her other soapy paw explored the region between his tail and balls. She pushed the boundaries and attempted to insert a finger into his ass.\n\n“No.” Tornell said firmly. Sophie realized she had crossed a line and obediently withdrew her digit. \n\n“Sorry.” She said softly.\n\nThe cat brushed off the apology with a grunt. As long as she kept her paws outside of his body things should be fine. \n\n“You're so big.” She marveled as she started to rinse the soap off of him. “I don't even know if something like this will fit inside of me.” \n\nTornell never considered that he was anything better than average as far as his sex organ was concerned, even so it wasn't the first time he had earned such approval. He had always been suspicious that there was a secret instruction book for females encouraging them to praise the size of their lover regardless of their actual endowment. A magic book that was illegible by males that was passed down through the generations. Apparently Sophie had a copy of this book too. Or maybe it was programmed into her. \n\n“Does that mean you're afraid to try?” He asked.\n\nSophie smiled. Not a bashful smile, but a willing and open grin. “Not at all.” She cupped some of the bath water in both of her paws and poured it over his penis, rinsing the last bit of soap off. She put her nose up to it. “Smells clean now.” She announced.\n\nThe doll situated herself into a comfortable position on her knees before him, the water coming up to her waist and the frilly fringes of her dress bobbing around her. She paused with his twitching dick right in her face and looked up at him over her glasses, as if waiting for permission. The feline nodded. He could feel his heart thrumming away. That long forgotten feeling of “this is really going to happen” swept over him with a wave of gleeful anticipation. Had it truly been so long that he was reacting like a virgin on prom night?\n\nSophie took the end of his penis in her mouth and Tornell exhaled a breathy sigh. Her mouth was warm and soft. She suckled it for a bit, letting her tongue slide back and forth on the underside and appearing to savor the taste. The plush cub put a paw on his shaft and gripped it lightly. She gave a few pumps that were uncoordinated with her mouth, once again her knowledge without experience reared it's head. Tornell put a bandaged paw on hers to help guide her into a rhythm. Sophie's eyes glanced up at him apologetically, but she committed herself to learning. After a moment she was getting better, her head and paw quickly gaining skill and working in unison. Tornell took his paw away and let her work. The little bunny closed her eyes and fell into the task, humming softy. \n\nThe feline pressed his hips forward and Sophie took him in deeper. Her large incisors brushed the skin on top of his penis. While it was an indicator of her novice stature, it wasn't altogether unpleasant and added an additional level of stimulation. That combined with his long sexual dry spell meant he wasn't going to be able to hold out very long. The feline's breathing was getting heavier, the white rabbit responded by working harder.\n\nTornell grabbed her by the back of the neck with his paws. Sophie grunted in surprise and nearly lost her rhythm, but the cat quickly set her back onto it. His hips moved with her now as the excitement grew. The dolls pink eyes opened and looked up at him with worry as she was no longer in control. Her paw fell away from his phallus which only allowed him to fuck her face even deeper. For a few seconds her paws wandered around as she was unsure what to do with them. She finally settled on grabbing him by the thighs and hanging on for dear life, her fingers sinking into him. There was a long string of her synthetic saliva dangling from her chin, swinging back and forth with the motion. With every thrust her glasses fell further and further down her nose, the only reason they didn't fall off was because Tornell was driving so deep that her face kept banging into his pelvis.\n\nThe feline was lost in the pleasure. The feeling of his penis smacking the back of her throat before attempting to navigating the turn was incredible. Even her teeth scraping against him was wonderful. This was his first blowjob in forever and he had forgotten how fantastic they could be. It was almost a disappointment when his orgasm started to well up inside. \n\nTornell slammed Sophie's face into his crotch as he climaxed. The bunny gurgled in discomfort as a spew of semen filled her throat, forcing her to swallow. The cat locked his arms down on her and held her in place, relishing the sensation of her mouth and tongue flexing around his member, milking more of of his seed out. She coughed and twin streams of it spat out of her nostrils. Her eyes fluttered, dazed by the onslaught. \n\nThe feline finally released her and she pulled away. His dimpled pecker slid out of her mouth and she fell back onto her elbows in the soap hazed bath water. She coughed again and a mixture of ejaculation and artificial mucus ran down her chin to stain the front of her maid apron. Her long ears lopped even more now that they were wet, one of her bows was severely disheveled and about to come undone. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she panted for breath. Her glasses were smeared with water, seminal fluid, and feline body oil. She squinted down at herself through the filthy lenses, putting her paw on the mixture of white and clear substance dripping down the front of her flat chest, feeling its texture. \n\n“Oh, wow!” She said breathlessly and looked up at him with cum dripping from her stupefied expression. “Tornell, that was so... intense!” She propped herself up on her paw, her knees apart and inadvertently displaying her soaking wet frilled panties. The cub doll pushed her glasses up before she wiped her face with her other paw. \n\n“Wow!” Sophie said again as she looked at he mess that she came away with. “I didn't know it was like... that was... wow!”\n\nTornell loomed over her, leaning on the edge of the tub. His penis was still ridged, a string of semen dangling from the end. The doll beneath him suddenly looked so small, and so god-damned real. A tiny little virgin cub at his mercy. That thing he denied himself his entire adult life. The purity that he had sexualized in his most private fantasies now within his reach. That untouchable forbidden fruit. He had gotten a taste. A small taste. It wasn't enough. \n\nSophie's pink eyes went wide when he descended on her to take her by the waist. “Oh! What are you-- ?” She asked. Tornell didn't answer, only roughly turned her over onto her paws and knees in the murky water. Even wet she was shockingly light. She looked back at him over her shoulder, appearing alarmed at his forwardness. That only served to rise the need inside of him. He pushed the skirt up to her shoulders and ran his paws over her hips. They were narrow, but with just enough curve to suggest femininity, but not near enough to suggest maturity. He grabbed her panties by the waistband and slipped them down to her knees. The doll gasped at the sudden exposure. Her short, wet tail flicked and the startlingly realistic anus below it clenched. The feline pushed her down onto her elbows, getting her into a more favorable entry position. He grabbed her rump, spreading her with his thumb until her vaginal lips parted, giving him a view of her tiny pink vaginal canal. He could just barely make out the thin bit of silicone hymen partially blocking the passage. Sophie whimpered at the rough handling and the glistening virgin canal squeezed itself closed. That was all the invitation he needed. Tornell lined himself up behind the cub who flinched when the tip of his dick pressed against her.\n\n“Gentle, please.” She begged quietly and something akin to a conscience whispered to Tornell in his head. It advised him to take it slow, to have some respect for his lover. To savor this moment and not to blindly give in to his carnal desires like some savage animal. \n\nHe paid it little mind.\n\nTornell pressed himself forward and the tip of his penis enter her. She was warm inside, soft and well lubricated. Sophie gasped and incredible tightness clamped down onto him as she clenched whatever it was that served as her muscles. The cat grabbed her by the hips. The little bunny yelped as his claws dug into her plush body and he forced himself deeper inside. Around his dick a droplet of “blood” oozed out from her. She reached a paw behind her buttock, pulling to try and spread herself open to ease the passage of Tornell's member. He slid in further and the red fluid escaped around his shaft in a spurt, pooling in the divot of her anus. With one last thrust of his hips her hymen gave away completely and he bottomed out inside of her tight interior, his pelvis pressed firmly against her rump. \n\nSophie dropped her head and her glasses plopped into the water. She was gasping out shuddering, whimpering noises that sounded like crying. Her ears were floating at her sides and between her legs drops of red fell steadily into the tub, staining the murky white with swirls of crimson. Tornell removed his paws from her hips and leaned over her, putting one paw on the tub and another on her shoulder. He didn't bother to allot her time to get accustomed to his size, only started to work towards his own pleasure as he began to fuck her. She was his toy after all, this is what he bought her for. She even said so herself. The doll seethed through her teeth as he pounded her snug opening, her eyes squeezed shut. With every thrust a bit more of her virginal blood was released to be drawn out when he withdrew. \n\nSophie let out a sudden cry. In the tile bathroom it echoed loudly and startled the feline. Tornell switched his paw from her shoulder to her face, covering her mouth.\n\n“Be quiet!” He ordered harshly, losing his rhythm. The doll put one of her own paws over his, maybe to help muffle herself, maybe to try and pry him away. He wasn't sure. Water sloshed as he shifted his paw on the tub to find his balance again. She was incredibly tight and constricting, requiring a lot of effort to move against even with her automatic lubrication option. He looked down and was pleased by how massive his cock looked thrusting into her narrow frame, her stressed vagina appeared nearly ready to tear right up to her anus. He noted a red stain that started to grow on her white rump, with a matching stain on his groin. Apparently there was a great deal of blood associated with her breakaway hymen. Couple all that with the fact that she felt amazingly real on the inside convinced him that he was indeed hammering the virgin hole of a cub. If he had the will and wherewithal to summon up the desire to stop he wouldn't have been able to. \n\nHe was getting so close. Strange, since he had just ejaculated only a couple of minutes ago. Must be that he had reserves built up from such a long dry spell. He was concentrating on his impending orgasm when his paw slipped away from Sophie's mouth and allowed the doll to emit another shout in the reverberating confines of the bathroom. Once more it roughly interrupted the feline.\n\n“Shut the hell up!” He growled as he leaned on the doll. Her head was forced underwater, muffling any further noise she might attempt to make. Her paws scrambled against the slick floor of the tub, but found no purchase as they slipped out from under her. She splashed and sloshed underneath the feline, who was only concerned that her current position was even more favorable to fucking her. Her squirming and wriggling was adding to his own thrusts. Her vagina was clenching fearfully onto him. He was almost there, just another minute. Her pussy twitched and loosened slightly and he found he could thrust even easier. Her hips bounced smoothly and without resistance against him and he rode her until the stubborn orgasm finally released itself. He filled her tight snatch until it overflowed with a mixture of cum and crimson. \n\nHis blood stained penis slipped out of the plush cub and she collapsed into the water in an unnatural manner. Tornell's head began to clear and he realized that he had his paw pressed firmly between her shoulder blades, holding her under the waterline. The little white bunny wasn't moving anymore. \n\n“Shit!” He exclaimed as he grabbed Sophie and pulled her out from under the water. How long was she under? A minute? Five minutes? He had lost himself and lost track of the time. She felt heavier than she did before. She was limp and unresponsive. He turned her over and her head flopped back. Her pink eyes were open, but not moving. They stared into nothingness. Even her body was starting to feel cold. He realized that he had broken the doll. 'Broken'? That word didn't feel right, the word was...\n\n[i](Killed)[/i]\n\n… the word was something else. Tornell held her for a moment, confused as to what to do and feeling weirdly guilty. It corrupted the afterglow of coitus, replacing that clean and loose feeling in his gut with a heavy, sick, blackness. It had happened again. He lost control once more and something bad occurred as a result. \n\nNo! That's not what happened! He dropped the doll back in the water. The body bobbed gently in the tub. Her legs bound together at the knees by her panties. His seed, mixed with blood trickled out from between her thighs. One of her bows had come undone and was floating near her head. Worst than all of that was how she continued to stare into the void. It looked like a crime scene left behind by a psychopath, but this was just an accident, nothing more. Nothing was lost, just some damage to a thing that he had purchased online. Hell, you could hardly even call it damage. She... it... it was still usable as intended. He never wanted something that pretended to be alive anyway. It's better this way! It's... it's... this is...\n\n[i](Murder)[/i]\n\nTornell sighed deeply and closed his eyes. He tried to scratch at the back of his paw only to find it wrapped with a wet gauze. The cat angrily tore the bandage off, dropping it into the tub. It was quiet now. Eerily quiet. Just the slow dripping of the tub's faucet ticking out the seconds in the water. That's all it took, one small mistake that couldn't be taken back. A little bit of innocence and magic had tried to shoehorn itself into his life and now it's gone. Destroyed by his own actions. All that's left is one stupid, neurotic old cat alone in an apartment. Alone with his thoughts, with his guilt, with his shame. As he should be. As he deserved. He clawed at the back of his paw and blood ran down his forearm. \n\nHe opened his eyes to find that no magic had returned. The crime scene was still there and he was wallowing in it. It was sickening. Tornell scrambled out out of the tub on his paws and knees, stopping for a moment at the toilet. He almost felt like puking but it passed. He stood up and took a deep breath, daring not to look back into the tub. His stomach was bothering him. His head was bothering him. He leaned on sink and spotted a cat in the mirror. There was guilt in the cat's eyes. He couldn't stand to look at him either. He opened the medicine cabinet. There were pills in there. Pills to make his stomach go away. Pills to make his head go away. Pills to make the cat go away. Pills to make everything right, if only for a little while. He took one of each in his mouth before staggering out of the bathroom to leave behind what he had done, but the weight of it followed him.\n\nHe entered the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. It was cleaned out and organized. For some reason that also made him feel guilty. He grabbed a beer, twisted off the cap and took a sip to swallow the pills in his mouth. He dropped the cap onto the freshly swept and mopped floor, water pooling around him as it rained off his wet fur. The cap bounced and rolled away. He downed the rest of the beer in a single go before dumping the empty bottle into the sink. It clattered loudly and painful to his ears. Somehow it didn't shatter.\n\nTornell went to his easy chair, his paw dripping blood across the floor, and sat down. His wet fur dampened the plush chair, but he didn't concern himself with that. The news was still playing and someone was talking about a murder, because of course they were. The cat snagged up the remote and shut it off. He took his pack of cigarettes and pulled one out. He lit it and leaned back into the chair, blowing a stream of smoke toward the ceiling. \n\n[i]Than what is it? [/i] He had asked Angel over the phone.\n\n[i]Alive. [/i] She had answered him.\n\n“No, she's not.” The cat muttered glumly. “She was never alive.” Tornell scratched the back of his paw, the tips of his fingers were red with blood, but it didn't seem to matter to him. His crotch, however, was stained with something that only imitated blood, and that bothered him a great deal. He wiped at it, but it didn't go away. He instead elected not to look at it anymore. This was all her fault! How could she do this to him? Angel should have known better. When someone comes out here to collect the doll he'll turn it over and get his money back. No harm done and things will go back to the way they were. The feline was starting to feel heavy. The pills combined with the alcohol were beginning to take effect. He took another drag from his smoke before closing his eyes to rest them. The cigarette slowly burned down between two fingers as he fell into a fitful sleep. Eventually the hot ash reached his skin, singeing the fur on his paw before finally burning out. \n\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\n\nTornell woke up with a start, the nightmares chasing him from his slumber and into the even more terrifying reality. His stomach felt cramped and angry. More out of habit than anything else he reached for his cigarettes with his freshly bandaged paw. He poked a stick into his mouth and grabbed his lighter. The cat flicked it several times until he got a flame. The feline froze. The flame of his lighter trembling. He released it and turned his paw over in front of his face to examine the white bandage. \n\n“The fuck?” He finally said. The cigarette dropping into the blanket on his lap. The cat stood up and the blanket fell to the floor. He felt dizzy, his brain still wanting to be asleep. Tornell walked into the kitchen and glanced around. There had been a trail of his blood running through there, but it was gone now. A pile of stacked garbage had been in front of the door, and that too was now gone. His tail flicked around behind him, the fur around it puffed up from anxiety. He tried to scratch the back of his paw, only to be thwarted by the thick gauze. \n\nThe bathroom door was to his right. The door was left slightly ajar, the light inside switched off. He pushed open the door and stepped inside. He paused as he put his paw on the light switch, steeling himself mentally for what he was about to see. He clicked the switch on.\n\nNothing.\n\nThe body was gone. The bathroom was clean and dry. The towels hanging neatly on the bars. The shower curtain was now hanging in place, clean and slid against the wall. Even the pill bottles he had left out on the sink were put away. \n\nTornell backed out of the bathroom. He looked around as a surreal feeling swept over him. He was certain that this was a dream. Or maybe a nightmare. A touch of dread crawled up his spine. This couldn't be real. Something horrible had happened in here but all the evidence had been removed. Had he dreamed it all? The doll? The sex? The death? He ran his paw over his fur. He was still damp. His groin was clean, the red stain gone. Everything around him was clean. There was another explanation for all this. There had to be. \n\nHe crept his way to the bedroom. It was dark in there too. He turned on the light to find something was in his bed. There was a small mound under the covers. The cat moved slowly, unsure of what he was going to find. He stood over the bed. Confused with emotions slamming against each other inside of him. They were conflicted over what he was seeing. What the implication of it was. He found himself somewhere between abject refusal and agonizingly profound relief. \n \nSophie was laying in his bed, hugging a pillow tightly against herself and sleeping soundly. She had a thumb in her mouth and looked largely as he had first met her. Undamaged, pristine, content... virginal. His first instinct was that someone had taken the body and positioned it that way in his bed, but he knew that wasn't the case. He could hear her soft breathing there was the steady rise and fall of her chest. Her nose twitched and a finger scratched at it sleepily without removing her thumb from her mouth. The cat reached out to touch her, but found that he felt unworthy to do so. \n\nTornell backed away until his back was against the wall. There was something hard and heavy and painful in his gut that unwound and took him over with a rush. He sank down to the floor. The guilt, the shame, the relief, the joy. All of it crushing down onto him. He had been given a second chance. Something he had never gotten before. If this was a dream... if this was a dream... if this was a dream... \n\n...please don't let him wake up. \n\nTornell put his face into his paws and wept like a kitten.","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Once again, if you are new to this story (or just can't remember what happened) I strongly recommend starting from part 1.
Inside the Box
Part 4
Tornell sat in the tub looking quite miserable and wondering how he let himself get into such a situation. Two weeks was starting to sound like a long time. His paw was bandaged and he was holding it up so it wouldn't get wet. He bathed rarely. Typically only before someone visited or a Skype session with his therapist, and only then if he thought he needed it. He seldom had visitors so that didn't come up much, and he did so before therapy because his psychiatrist had finally managed to talk him into using the computer cam after several years without. She wasn't a bad looking feline. Plus he was pretty sure she was single, so it made some sense to try not to look like a disgusting alley cat. Not that he was all that optimistic.
He hated the water. Hated getting wet and having his fur matted down. Hated the process of drying off. It was easier to just stay dirty. It's not like he had to impress anyone anyway.
Sophie had insisted. Beyond insisted. The little bunny made a massive nuisance of herself in order to get her way. Tugging and hanging on him, nagging the whole time. When she noticed his scratched and bleeding paw she got even worse, saying it needed to be disinfected and bandaged. Tornell did his best to resist her. He could bathe himself if he needed to, and the injury to his paw was just a little scratch, nothing to be concerned with, but the rabbit would not be denied. She decided to change her tactic.
“If you don't let me treat your paw, I'll scream.” She threatened.
“You promised you wouldn't.” Tornell reminded her.
“Maybe I lied.” She said looking defiant.
“You better not!” He said, barely managing to get the sentence out before the little doll let out a shriek. It was amazingly loud from such a tiny thing. Tornell was on her in an instant, grabbing her arm and clasping a paw over her mouth to muffle her.
“Are you nuts!” He growled at her. “If the neighbors hear that they'll have the police knocking down my door!”
The doll looked down bashfully and Tornell took his paw away from her mouth.
“Are you mad at me?” She pouted.
Tornell was flabbergasted. “What the f-- yes! Yes, I'm mad at you!”
She smiled at him and bit her bottom lip playfully with her adorable buck teeth. “That's better than nothing, I guess.” She said. “I'll take it.”
The bunny had done that simply to get an honest emotional reaction out of him, Tornell realized. She was so starved for his attention that she'd take anger and hostility as opposed to apathy. Angel had told him that his new companion was “uniquely complicated”, seems that might have been code for “a fucking lunatic”.
“Are you going to kiss me, spank me, or let me go?” Sophie asked him.
Tornell rolled his eyes with a sigh. He has a sudden desire to do more than just spank her, instead he released her arm. The doll frowned.
“Not what I was hoping for.” She said. The feline wasn't sure which other option she would have preferred. The rabbit had expressed some interest in punishment earlier.
Sophie rebounded with a smile before Tornell could think long on it. “Alright! It's bath time!” She skipped into the bathroom and turned on the water.
She gasped loudly. “You got blood on my clean floor!” she scolded. “And on a clean towel too!” She emerged from the bathroom with the towel and went over to the laundry. “You're hopeless, you know? Honestly! I just cleaned this towel!” She rubbed some detergent on the stain as a pretreatment and left the towel on the washer while it waited for the next load. She didn't really look that angry about it. She even offered him a sly smile as she walked back to the bathroom. She appeared to enjoy that he needed someone to take care of him.
“Come in here and sit down so I can bandage your paw while it fills up.” She said over the din of the running bath. When Tornell didn't join her in the bathroom she said: “If you don't come in I'll scream.” with a singsongy voice. The cat again rolled his eyes and sighed. Seems she wasn't going to give him much choice in the matter.
In short order he found himself in the tub with an overly bandaged paw. The bunny had insisted that he could not clean himself with his paw in that state, even though he assured her that he could. Presumably she would scream again if he didn't submit to her wishes, so he relented. He never considered himself to be overly modest, no more than most, but he did find it uncomfortable to undress in front of Sophie. She had watched him like he was unwrapping a present, and it made him self-conscious. He realized how much weight he had gained over the years of bad diet and lethargy. If the doll was disappointed by what she saw she didn't show it. Still, he had gotten into the tub as quickly as possible, hoping the water would preserve some of his dignity.
If forced to bathe the feline would have much preferred a shower, bathtubs were for kittens, but the doll had put the shower curtain into the wash so showers weren't an option unless he wanted to swamp the floor. Sophie stood in the bath behind him still wearing her French maid outfit. The fishnet stockings were on the floor with Tornell's cast aside clothes. He had wondered how the stockings fit over her large feet, it turned out they had a clever cross stitch down the back to loosen them. She didn't bother to undress any further. He was surprised that the doll had gotten into the bath with him, he had expected she would soak up water like a sponge. Seems whatever she was stuffed with was resistant to absorbing water. She lathered his back, head and neck thoroughly, working the soap deep into his fur with her blunt plastic claws. The doll happily sang a song as she worked. A song Tornell couldn't even guess as to where she had picked up.
“Left a good job in the city,” She crooned softly, “Workin' for the man every night and day. I never lost one minute of sleep, worryin' about the way things might have been.”
Tornell couldn't say it was altogether unpleasant. It has been years since he felt the touch of another, even longer since being touched so sensually. Even so, some part of him felt a strong revulsion for the situation, and not only because he was wet. That same distrustful part of him that forced him to remain inside prevented him from taking any real pleasure in it.
“Big wheels keep on turnin',” Sophie sang with her gentle, but off-key, voice, “Proud Mary keeps on burnin'. And we're rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.” The doll tried to smooth down the fur on his shoulder blades only to find that it was unruly.
She stopped her singing. “Your fur here is weird.” She told him.
“Yeah, it's um... genetic.” He said. The swirled ridges of counter-directional fur on his upper back were distinctive traits of golden cats. They were impossible to get to lay flat, but wasn't uncomfortable. Tornell hardly ever noticed them.
“Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis,” the doll continued as she started to rinse off the soap with the hand held shower head. “and I pumped a lot of 'tane down in New--”
“Could you stop that?” Tornell said.
“You don't like that song? I could sing another one.”
“Just stop singing.”
She did stop singing, but she started to hum the same tune instead. He wasn't sure if she was trying to annoy him or if she was simply that dense, but he let it pass. If he asked her to stop humming she might start whistling and there isn't anything more annoying than that.
Sophie was being very thorough. Tornell realized that she was exploring him as much as she was washing him. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. He had never considered himself to be an exceptional example of his race, or even of masculinity. In truth he was ashamed of his body, or at least what his body has become. There was a time when he was slim and healthy, but those days were long past.
She rinsed off the soap on his body, making sure to get deep into his fur so none of it was left to dry out his skin later. When she was finished she pressed her body against his back and wrapped her arms around his neck. Not minding that it soaked the front of her dress right through.
“What's wrong?” Tornell asked. It was a strange thing for the doll to suddenly do. “Are we done?”
“Nope.” Sophie answered. “I just wanted to hold you for a minute.” Tornell tolerated the embrace even though it made him uncomfortable. Sophie nuzzled her head against his neck and one of her ears flopped down on his chest.
“How come you live here all alone?” She asked.
Tornell shook his head. “It's a long story.” He told her.
“I like stories.” She said. “I know I talk a lot, but I'm a good listener too.” Tornell didn't respond.
Sophie let go of him and stepped around in front of him and stood between his knees. “You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.” She said as she started to lather up his chest. “I don't mind.”
“I hurt someone really badly.” Tornell told her.
Sophie looked right at him with her big pink eyes. “Why?” She didn't sound accusatory or judgmental. Just honestly interested in his answer.
“It was an accident.” Tornell said and averted his gaze from hers. “I was tired. I shouldn't have been driving. I wasn't in control. It's just that I had driven that route home so many times that I thought it wouldn't be a problem. I just wanted to get home. With my wife. With my baby girl. I only closed my eyes for a second and...” Tornell didn't want to finish it.
“It's okay.” Sophie said, trying her best to be supportive.
Tornell grabbed her by the shoulders hard enough to get a shocked reaction out of her face. Deep down that pleased him.
“No, it's not okay!” He hissed at her and gave her a firm shake. “Someone is paralyzed because of me. Everything she was is now gone. She's trapped in a body that no longer responds and it's my fault. I ruined her life. I ruined her family's life. I ruined my family's life. There's nothing I can do to atone for that.” He let her go. “But I don't expect you would understand.”
Sophie pushed up her glasses, leaving a dab of soap suds on her nose. For the first time she looked unsure of herself, and that also pleased some dark part of him. “You're right, I don't understand.” She told him. “I'm sorry, I just wanted to help.”
Tornell frowned. Why did that make him feel bad? “Look, it... it was a long time ago. People have been trying to help me for years. I don't think I can be helped.”
Sophie got back to work on his chest, getting onto her knees between his legs so she could work lower on his body. The frills of her maid dress bobbed in the soapy water, but she didn't pay it any mind. “Maybe you have to let somebody help you before they can help you?”
“Now you sound like Heidi.” He said with a chuckle.
“Who?” She asked, cocking her head at the unfamiliar name.
“My psychiatrist.” He told her.
“She sounds like a smart woman.” Sophie said. The feline wasn't sure if the little bunny had meant that to be as egotistical as it came out, but it was funny to him anyway. What had Angel told him on the phone? He needed her? He couldn't help laughing.
“What's so funny?”
“You.” He told her. “I don't know how anyone could think a doll could come into my life and solve all my problems with sex.”
Sophie thought about that for a second, not appearing to understand the contempt with which he said it. Eventually she put her paws on her hips with a huff. “How do you know it won't?” She said. “We haven't even had sex yet. Maybe I have a magic vagina?”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.” She said and slid in close to him, sloshing water as she did. The cat leaned away from her but she wasn't dissuaded. She put her paws on his chest and pressed her pelvis into Tornell's groin. “And maybe I have a magic mouth.” She crawled up onto him and put a mouth on one of his nipples, not minding that it was covered with lather. She licked across his chest before displaying her open maw to him, her tongue hanging lewdly. The bubbly lather looked remarkably like cum. She closed her mouth and swallowed it without even grimacing at the taste.
“Maybe I can solve all your problems with my body.” She told him.
Tornell was taken aback by her raunchy display and suggestive language, but damn if it wasn't turning him on. His penis didn't care if she was real or not, it was coming out of it's sheath regardless. There's only so long you can fight your nature. Not to mention that was what he bought her for. He got himself up to his knees and Sophie slid off him and back into the water. Her paws dragged over his pointy red member.
“Oh, hello.” She said. “Look who came out to play.” Sophie snatched his cock eagerly in her paws, causing the feline to grunt in surprise. She examined it for a moment before looking up at him with a puzzled expression. There were no spines on his penis. Only the dimpled evidence of where they once where.
“My wife didn't like them,” Tornell explained with a shrug, “so she had me get them removed.” He kinda missed them, felt a little less male without them, but he guessed at least not having them made masturbation easier.
“Why would she do that?” Sophie asked. “If she loved you she should love you the way you are.”
“Does it bother you?”
“No!” The doll grasped his member firmly, fearing he might take it away from her. “It's yours, so I do love it.”
She turned it in her paws to explore it better. “I'm gonna call you Mr. Dimply.” She said, not to him but to his dick as she poked it's pointy tip playfully. “We're gonna have so much fun together, and without your spines you won't hurt me.” She put her mouth up to it, but pulled back suddenly with a wrinkled nose.
“Oh, but you're dirty!” She looked up at Tornell roguishly. “Were you going to stick this filthy thing into me?” She teased. “I'll have to clean him up.”
“Better make it quick.” The cat told her. He wasn't kidding either. Tornell was struck with an overwhelming urge to fuck the living shit out of the doll. He could hardly remember the last time he had sex. Was that the last time his ex wife visited? How long ago was that? Five? Six years? Even then it was a pity fuck at best. An unhappy encounter that he knew at the time would be their last.
Sophie grabbed the soap and lathered up her paws before seizing the feline's penis again. The sensation of her plush paws combined with the lather made him suck in a quick gasp of air. She stroked it softly at first, starting out a bit tentative. As if she knew how to do what she was doing but had no actual experience. She kept a watchful eye on Tornell's face, looking for guidance if she was doing too much or too little. The cat didn't complain and it emboldened her to be more aggressive. She stroked him harder with both of her paws, the lather making a sopping noise as she did.
“Is this good?” The little bunny asked.
“Yeah it's-- ugh... yeah.” Tornell responded. He had forgotten how great it felt to have someone touch him there. All the apprehension and weirdness he felt earlier about the situation melted away and allowed him to enjoy the moment.
Sophie got the courage to get more creative. She began to knead his balls with one paw and masturbate him with the other. Having his scrotum touched sent a jolt up Tornell's spine and the fur on his back prickled up in response. He leaned with his paws on both sides of the tub to keep himself from slipping back down into the water as his legs tried to weaken.
“Oh, wow! You're leaking!” Sophie exclaimed as a gob of clear pre-cum dribbled from the tip of his penis and mixed in with the foamy soap. “Are you cumming?”
“Nuh-- no, not yet.”
“Will you tell me when?” The bunny asked. “I wanna see it.”
Tornell gulped and intended to say “You'll be the first to know” but the little rabbit had picked that moment to slip her paw up behind his nuts and stroke his anus. His back arched and he entirely forgot what he was going say. Sophie was encouraged by the reaction and jerked him off with renewed vigor as her other soapy paw explored the region between his tail and balls. She pushed the boundaries and attempted to insert a finger into his ass.
“No.” Tornell said firmly. Sophie realized she had crossed a line and obediently withdrew her digit.
“Sorry.” She said softly.
The cat brushed off the apology with a grunt. As long as she kept her paws outside of his body things should be fine.
“You're so big.” She marveled as she started to rinse the soap off of him. “I don't even know if something like this will fit inside of me.”
Tornell never considered that he was anything better than average as far as his sex organ was concerned, even so it wasn't the first time he had earned such approval. He had always been suspicious that there was a secret instruction book for females encouraging them to praise the size of their lover regardless of their actual endowment. A magic book that was illegible by males that was passed down through the generations. Apparently Sophie had a copy of this book too. Or maybe it was programmed into her.
“Does that mean you're afraid to try?” He asked.
Sophie smiled. Not a bashful smile, but a willing and open grin. “Not at all.” She cupped some of the bath water in both of her paws and poured it over his penis, rinsing the last bit of soap off. She put her nose up to it. “Smells clean now.” She announced.
The doll situated herself into a comfortable position on her knees before him, the water coming up to her waist and the frilly fringes of her dress bobbing around her. She paused with his twitching dick right in her face and looked up at him over her glasses, as if waiting for permission. The feline nodded. He could feel his heart thrumming away. That long forgotten feeling of “this is really going to happen” swept over him with a wave of gleeful anticipation. Had it truly been so long that he was reacting like a virgin on prom night?
Sophie took the end of his penis in her mouth and Tornell exhaled a breathy sigh. Her mouth was warm and soft. She suckled it for a bit, letting her tongue slide back and forth on the underside and appearing to savor the taste. The plush cub put a paw on his shaft and gripped it lightly. She gave a few pumps that were uncoordinated with her mouth, once again her knowledge without experience reared it's head. Tornell put a bandaged paw on hers to help guide her into a rhythm. Sophie's eyes glanced up at him apologetically, but she committed herself to learning. After a moment she was getting better, her head and paw quickly gaining skill and working in unison. Tornell took his paw away and let her work. The little bunny closed her eyes and fell into the task, humming softy.
The feline pressed his hips forward and Sophie took him in deeper. Her large incisors brushed the skin on top of his penis. While it was an indicator of her novice stature, it wasn't altogether unpleasant and added an additional level of stimulation. That combined with his long sexual dry spell meant he wasn't going to be able to hold out very long. The feline's breathing was getting heavier, the white rabbit responded by working harder.
Tornell grabbed her by the back of the neck with his paws. Sophie grunted in surprise and nearly lost her rhythm, but the cat quickly set her back onto it. His hips moved with her now as the excitement grew. The dolls pink eyes opened and looked up at him with worry as she was no longer in control. Her paw fell away from his phallus which only allowed him to fuck her face even deeper. For a few seconds her paws wandered around as she was unsure what to do with them. She finally settled on grabbing him by the thighs and hanging on for dear life, her fingers sinking into him. There was a long string of her synthetic saliva dangling from her chin, swinging back and forth with the motion. With every thrust her glasses fell further and further down her nose, the only reason they didn't fall off was because Tornell was driving so deep that her face kept banging into his pelvis.
The feline was lost in the pleasure. The feeling of his penis smacking the back of her throat before attempting to navigating the turn was incredible. Even her teeth scraping against him was wonderful. This was his first blowjob in forever and he had forgotten how fantastic they could be. It was almost a disappointment when his orgasm started to well up inside.
Tornell slammed Sophie's face into his crotch as he climaxed. The bunny gurgled in discomfort as a spew of semen filled her throat, forcing her to swallow. The cat locked his arms down on her and held her in place, relishing the sensation of her mouth and tongue flexing around his member, milking more of of his seed out. She coughed and twin streams of it spat out of her nostrils. Her eyes fluttered, dazed by the onslaught.
The feline finally released her and she pulled away. His dimpled pecker slid out of her mouth and she fell back onto her elbows in the soap hazed bath water. She coughed again and a mixture of ejaculation and artificial mucus ran down her chin to stain the front of her maid apron. Her long ears lopped even more now that they were wet, one of her bows was severely disheveled and about to come undone. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she panted for breath. Her glasses were smeared with water, seminal fluid, and feline body oil. She squinted down at herself through the filthy lenses, putting her paw on the mixture of white and clear substance dripping down the front of her flat chest, feeling its texture.
“Oh, wow!” She said breathlessly and looked up at him with cum dripping from her stupefied expression. “Tornell, that was so... intense!” She propped herself up on her paw, her knees apart and inadvertently displaying her soaking wet frilled panties. The cub doll pushed her glasses up before she wiped her face with her other paw.
“Wow!” Sophie said again as she looked at he mess that she came away with. “I didn't know it was like... that was... wow!”
Tornell loomed over her, leaning on the edge of the tub. His penis was still ridged, a string of semen dangling from the end. The doll beneath him suddenly looked so small, and so god-damned real. A tiny little virgin cub at his mercy. That thing he denied himself his entire adult life. The purity that he had sexualized in his most private fantasies now within his reach. That untouchable forbidden fruit. He had gotten a taste. A small taste. It wasn't enough.
Sophie's pink eyes went wide when he descended on her to take her by the waist. “Oh! What are you-- ?” She asked. Tornell didn't answer, only roughly turned her over onto her paws and knees in the murky water. Even wet she was shockingly light. She looked back at him over her shoulder, appearing alarmed at his forwardness. That only served to rise the need inside of him. He pushed the skirt up to her shoulders and ran his paws over her hips. They were narrow, but with just enough curve to suggest femininity, but not near enough to suggest maturity. He grabbed her panties by the waistband and slipped them down to her knees. The doll gasped at the sudden exposure. Her short, wet tail flicked and the startlingly realistic anus below it clenched. The feline pushed her down onto her elbows, getting her into a more favorable entry position. He grabbed her rump, spreading her with his thumb until her vaginal lips parted, giving him a view of her tiny pink vaginal canal. He could just barely make out the thin bit of silicone hymen partially blocking the passage. Sophie whimpered at the rough handling and the glistening virgin canal squeezed itself closed. That was all the invitation he needed. Tornell lined himself up behind the cub who flinched when the tip of his dick pressed against her.
“Gentle, please.” She begged quietly and something akin to a conscience whispered to Tornell in his head. It advised him to take it slow, to have some respect for his lover. To savor this moment and not to blindly give in to his carnal desires like some savage animal.
He paid it little mind.
Tornell pressed himself forward and the tip of his penis enter her. She was warm inside, soft and well lubricated. Sophie gasped and incredible tightness clamped down onto him as she clenched whatever it was that served as her muscles. The cat grabbed her by the hips. The little bunny yelped as his claws dug into her plush body and he forced himself deeper inside. Around his dick a droplet of “blood” oozed out from her. She reached a paw behind her buttock, pulling to try and spread herself open to ease the passage of Tornell's member. He slid in further and the red fluid escaped around his shaft in a spurt, pooling in the divot of her anus. With one last thrust of his hips her hymen gave away completely and he bottomed out inside of her tight interior, his pelvis pressed firmly against her rump.
Sophie dropped her head and her glasses plopped into the water. She was gasping out shuddering, whimpering noises that sounded like crying. Her ears were floating at her sides and between her legs drops of red fell steadily into the tub, staining the murky white with swirls of crimson. Tornell removed his paws from her hips and leaned over her, putting one paw on the tub and another on her shoulder. He didn't bother to allot her time to get accustomed to his size, only started to work towards his own pleasure as he began to fuck her. She was his toy after all, this is what he bought her for. She even said so herself. The doll seethed through her teeth as he pounded her snug opening, her eyes squeezed shut. With every thrust a bit more of her virginal blood was released to be drawn out when he withdrew.
Sophie let out a sudden cry. In the tile bathroom it echoed loudly and startled the feline. Tornell switched his paw from her shoulder to her face, covering her mouth.
“Be quiet!” He ordered harshly, losing his rhythm. The doll put one of her own paws over his, maybe to help muffle herself, maybe to try and pry him away. He wasn't sure. Water sloshed as he shifted his paw on the tub to find his balance again. She was incredibly tight and constricting, requiring a lot of effort to move against even with her automatic lubrication option. He looked down and was pleased by how massive his cock looked thrusting into her narrow frame, her stressed vagina appeared nearly ready to tear right up to her anus. He noted a red stain that started to grow on her white rump, with a matching stain on his groin. Apparently there was a great deal of blood associated with her breakaway hymen. Couple all that with the fact that she felt amazingly real on the inside convinced him that he was indeed hammering the virgin hole of a cub. If he had the will and wherewithal to summon up the desire to stop he wouldn't have been able to.
He was getting so close. Strange, since he had just ejaculated only a couple of minutes ago. Must be that he had reserves built up from such a long dry spell. He was concentrating on his impending orgasm when his paw slipped away from Sophie's mouth and allowed the doll to emit another shout in the reverberating confines of the bathroom. Once more it roughly interrupted the feline.
“Shut the hell up!” He growled as he leaned on the doll. Her head was forced underwater, muffling any further noise she might attempt to make. Her paws scrambled against the slick floor of the tub, but found no purchase as they slipped out from under her. She splashed and sloshed underneath the feline, who was only concerned that her current position was even more favorable to fucking her. Her squirming and wriggling was adding to his own thrusts. Her vagina was clenching fearfully onto him. He was almost there, just another minute. Her pussy twitched and loosened slightly and he found he could thrust even easier. Her hips bounced smoothly and without resistance against him and he rode her until the stubborn orgasm finally released itself. He filled her tight snatch until it overflowed with a mixture of cum and crimson.
His blood stained penis slipped out of the plush cub and she collapsed into the water in an unnatural manner. Tornell's head began to clear and he realized that he had his paw pressed firmly between her shoulder blades, holding her under the waterline. The little white bunny wasn't moving anymore.
“Shit!” He exclaimed as he grabbed Sophie and pulled her out from under the water. How long was she under? A minute? Five minutes? He had lost himself and lost track of the time. She felt heavier than she did before. She was limp and unresponsive. He turned her over and her head flopped back. Her pink eyes were open, but not moving. They stared into nothingness. Even her body was starting to feel cold. He realized that he had broken the doll. 'Broken'? That word didn't feel right, the word was...
(Killed)
… the word was something else. Tornell held her for a moment, confused as to what to do and feeling weirdly guilty. It corrupted the afterglow of coitus, replacing that clean and loose feeling in his gut with a heavy, sick, blackness. It had happened again. He lost control once more and something bad occurred as a result.
No! That's not what happened! He dropped the doll back in the water. The body bobbed gently in the tub. Her legs bound together at the knees by her panties. His seed, mixed with blood trickled out from between her thighs. One of her bows had come undone and was floating near her head. Worst than all of that was how she continued to stare into the void. It looked like a crime scene left behind by a psychopath, but this was just an accident, nothing more. Nothing was lost, just some damage to a thing that he had purchased online. Hell, you could hardly even call it damage. She... it... it was still usable as intended. He never wanted something that pretended to be alive anyway. It's better this way! It's... it's... this is...
(Murder)
Tornell sighed deeply and closed his eyes. He tried to scratch at the back of his paw only to find it wrapped with a wet gauze. The cat angrily tore the bandage off, dropping it into the tub. It was quiet now. Eerily quiet. Just the slow dripping of the tub's faucet ticking out the seconds in the water. That's all it took, one small mistake that couldn't be taken back. A little bit of innocence and magic had tried to shoehorn itself into his life and now it's gone. Destroyed by his own actions. All that's left is one stupid, neurotic old cat alone in an apartment. Alone with his thoughts, with his guilt, with his shame. As he should be. As he deserved. He clawed at the back of his paw and blood ran down his forearm.
He opened his eyes to find that no magic had returned. The crime scene was still there and he was wallowing in it. It was sickening. Tornell scrambled out out of the tub on his paws and knees, stopping for a moment at the toilet. He almost felt like puking but it passed. He stood up and took a deep breath, daring not to look back into the tub. His stomach was bothering him. His head was bothering him. He leaned on sink and spotted a cat in the mirror. There was guilt in the cat's eyes. He couldn't stand to look at him either. He opened the medicine cabinet. There were pills in there. Pills to make his stomach go away. Pills to make his head go away. Pills to make the cat go away. Pills to make everything right, if only for a little while. He took one of each in his mouth before staggering out of the bathroom to leave behind what he had done, but the weight of it followed him.
He entered the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. It was cleaned out and organized. For some reason that also made him feel guilty. He grabbed a beer, twisted off the cap and took a sip to swallow the pills in his mouth. He dropped the cap onto the freshly swept and mopped floor, water pooling around him as it rained off his wet fur. The cap bounced and rolled away. He downed the rest of the beer in a single go before dumping the empty bottle into the sink. It clattered loudly and painful to his ears. Somehow it didn't shatter.
Tornell went to his easy chair, his paw dripping blood across the floor, and sat down. His wet fur dampened the plush chair, but he didn't concern himself with that. The news was still playing and someone was talking about a murder, because of course they were. The cat snagged up the remote and shut it off. He took his pack of cigarettes and pulled one out. He lit it and leaned back into the chair, blowing a stream of smoke toward the ceiling.
Than what is it? He had asked Angel over the phone.
Alive. She had answered him.
“No, she's not.” The cat muttered glumly. “She was never alive.” Tornell scratched the back of his paw, the tips of his fingers were red with blood, but it didn't seem to matter to him. His crotch, however, was stained with something that only imitated blood, and that bothered him a great deal. He wiped at it, but it didn't go away. He instead elected not to look at it anymore. This was all her fault! How could she do this to him? Angel should have known better. When someone comes out here to collect the doll he'll turn it over and get his money back. No harm done and things will go back to the way they were. The feline was starting to feel heavy. The pills combined with the alcohol were beginning to take effect. He took another drag from his smoke before closing his eyes to rest them. The cigarette slowly burned down between two fingers as he fell into a fitful sleep. Eventually the hot ash reached his skin, singeing the fur on his paw before finally burning out.
* * *
Tornell woke up with a start, the nightmares chasing him from his slumber and into the even more terrifying reality. His stomach felt cramped and angry. More out of habit than anything else he reached for his cigarettes with his freshly bandaged paw. He poked a stick into his mouth and grabbed his lighter. The cat flicked it several times until he got a flame. The feline froze. The flame of his lighter trembling. He released it and turned his paw over in front of his face to examine the white bandage.
“The fuck?” He finally said. The cigarette dropping into the blanket on his lap. The cat stood up and the blanket fell to the floor. He felt dizzy, his brain still wanting to be asleep. Tornell walked into the kitchen and glanced around. There had been a trail of his blood running through there, but it was gone now. A pile of stacked garbage had been in front of the door, and that too was now gone. His tail flicked around behind him, the fur around it puffed up from anxiety. He tried to scratch the back of his paw, only to be thwarted by the thick gauze.
The bathroom door was to his right. The door was left slightly ajar, the light inside switched off. He pushed open the door and stepped inside. He paused as he put his paw on the light switch, steeling himself mentally for what he was about to see. He clicked the switch on.
Nothing.
The body was gone. The bathroom was clean and dry. The towels hanging neatly on the bars. The shower curtain was now hanging in place, clean and slid against the wall. Even the pill bottles he had left out on the sink were put away.
Tornell backed out of the bathroom. He looked around as a surreal feeling swept over him. He was certain that this was a dream. Or maybe a nightmare. A touch of dread crawled up his spine. This couldn't be real. Something horrible had happened in here but all the evidence had been removed. Had he dreamed it all? The doll? The sex? The death? He ran his paw over his fur. He was still damp. His groin was clean, the red stain gone. Everything around him was clean. There was another explanation for all this. There had to be.
He crept his way to the bedroom. It was dark in there too. He turned on the light to find something was in his bed. There was a small mound under the covers. The cat moved slowly, unsure of what he was going to find. He stood over the bed. Confused with emotions slamming against each other inside of him. They were conflicted over what he was seeing. What the implication of it was. He found himself somewhere between abject refusal and agonizingly profound relief.
Sophie was laying in his bed, hugging a pillow tightly against herself and sleeping soundly. She had a thumb in her mouth and looked largely as he had first met her. Undamaged, pristine, content... virginal. His first instinct was that someone had taken the body and positioned it that way in his bed, but he knew that wasn't the case. He could hear her soft breathing there was the steady rise and fall of her chest. Her nose twitched and a finger scratched at it sleepily without removing her thumb from her mouth. The cat reached out to touch her, but found that he felt unworthy to do so.
Tornell backed away until his back was against the wall. There was something hard and heavy and painful in his gut that unwound and took him over with a rush. He sank down to the floor. The guilt, the shame, the relief, the joy. All of it crushing down onto him. He had been given a second chance. Something he had never gotten before. If this was a dream... if this was a dream... if this was a dream...
...please don't let him wake up.
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