[center][u] Loona the Scout, A Diminutive Dream Doll Adventure. Commissioned by Technophile Written by Idesin[/u][/center] “Come on, come on, where are you? You are not getting away from me that easily.” The Diminutive ‘Dream’ Doll, or D3, surveyed the area from atop a discard tire on the side of the road. Her fluffy black tail lashed impetuously from side to side as she scanned from the cliff on one side of the road to the overgrown field on the other. She had been dutifully following the trail of a group of raiders that had attacked her settlement earlier that morning. Since she had been constructed with a canine form layered over the doll base she was a natural scout and tracker. Being that said form was Loona, a sardonic hell hound from an edgy human internet show, she also had a surly attitude and barbed tongue that did not exactly endear her to others. So staying on the edge the settlement suited all involved quite well. Therefore it was her job to follow the raiders and find where they, and the goods they had managed to raid, had gone to. Once she had found where this new group had set up she would mark a trail back and hand the issue off to the settlements militia. But that required her to be able to find them and confirm their base of operations first. Up until this point the trail of the retreating raiders had been easy enough to follow, especially with the scent of the chemicals they had stolen. But after nearly four hours their trail had suddenly gone cold. The disgruntled miniature robot crossed her arms over her pentagram tank top and glowered at the wind rustling through the uncooperative undergrowth. Being only six inches tall her view of the surrounding landscape was limited, but there still should have been some sign of them. The bent and flattened grass and the pervasive smell of chemicals she had followed so far were gone. Even the pavement of the road, open but risky to traverse because of birds and other predators, was so cracked though and overgrown with vegetation that there would have been [i]some[/i] mark of their passing. Spotting movement in the trees, she dashed to the edge of the tire and swung herself over the edge. Carefully but quickly descending with her fingerless gloves and bare feet, she hit the ground just in time to watch a disappointed crow swoop off. Her best guess was that they had somehow scaled the nearby cliff. It was incredibly unlikely that they had made their way up it without leaving any signs, but she had to check it out. They were not going to return a failure. Jogging back over to the shear wall, she examined it again. The humans must have blasted or cut it away when they were on the island. It was barely covered with moss, and the short, straight, sharply defined tool marks were still visible. What was not visible were any handholds, anchor points, or scrape marks from retreating raiders or hauled loot. Closing her eyes in order to concentrate with her other senses she began sniffing along the ground, ears perked, searching for any signs she had missed with optical scanning. She needed to act fast, before the constant wind completely removed any signs of their passing. Faintly, she could pick up the sound of something creaking. She could also smell the pungent odor of the chemicals the raiders had stolen, but only at the base of the cliff, not on its side. Going to where the smell was the strongest she opened her eyes and looked up, ears angling to triangulate the sound. The creaking was louder now, comeing from directly above her. Narrowingher eyes she squinted upwards intensely scanning the cliff top above her. Something about the sound was worrying her. Then the creaking was replaced with a loud, sudden snap. All at once she could see the source of the noise clearly. It seemed that the raiders had used a metal snow shovel rigged with twine and vines to form some sort of suspended scaffolding. An improvised elevator car that had just broken loose, and was falling straight towards her! Loona froze, eyes wide as the large thing fell towards her. Her self-preservation routines were screaming at her to run, but her legs wouldn’t comply. Only at the last moment did she take any damage mitigating actions by ducking and covering her head. The large object hit the tiny doll with its full force. The impact shuddered though her body, the energy seeking the easiest path to be discharged. Its weight pushed her into the dirt underfoot, but most of the kinetic energy went into the arm she had used to protect her head. The plastic strained, then snapped, her arm popping free and flying away with the force of the impact. She screamed in pain, her cry was muffled under the shovel. But the pain brought clarity to her mind, pushed the fear away and let her move. And she would have to move. If there were any raiders around they would have heard the crash and come to investigate. If she stayed, she was as good as melted. Slowly, painfully, she dragged her tiny plastic body forward. The weight of the flat, metal blade pressed her flat against the ground. Grasping with her left hand, pulling, pushing as much as she could with her injured legs, she crawled forward. Inch by inch she made her way towards the sliver of light at the edge of the shovel. When she finally made it out her body was covered in scratches, and her clothes were even more tattered than they had been before. But she was alive. Even better, she could see her missing arm. Hobbling forward on damaged and twisted legs she grabbed it and held it close. Quickly checking behind her to make sure there wasn’t already a party of raiders after her, she began to limp her way home as quickly as she could. It was many hours later, and the sun was starting to set when she spotted home. She had found a piece of wood to use as a brace, but it had been an agonizing trip. Her steps were slow and awkward. Even if they were not broken, she’d need treatment on her legs to get them working properly again. She had carried her right arm all the way back, almost cradling the thing. The pain from her shoulder was constant. But now she was home, she was safe. “Loona! What happened? I’ve been so worried!” Her partner, a doll crafted in the form of Carmelita Fox, a police officer character in a video game, came running out of their shared home towards her. She caught her love as she fell into her arms and supported her weight, helping her cover the remaining distance towards the modified mail collection box that was their home. It served as a forward look-out post, situated as it was on the corner in front of the school that was the bulk of the settlement. The vixen was more of a standard guard, but they served watch together, turning what might have been a soft banishment into their own personal sanctuary. “Oh, you know, got bored,thought it would be fun to throw myself off a cliff.” the scout replied sarcastically. Dragged into the bottom of their round tower of a house, she flopped into the nearest chair. Pulling over an electric light her fellow guardswoman began to inspect the canines’s legs. It looked bad, and certainly felt that way, but it could be mended. With Loona’s weight supported by the chair, her legs were able to be twisted and adjusted where they had become damaged. Biting her lip, only allowing out occasional whimpers, the damaged doll withstood the care and treatment. Bit by bit her lover was able to work loose the bits of plastic that had been scraped loose and had been grinding along her joints. “Seriously though, what happened?” Going over to a small ice box, the fox grabbed a specially marked little juice box, and handed it to the injured doll. Loona took it gratefully and began sipping it down. Specially formatted to work with dolls it would not only provide her with energy, but it could fix the more minor scrapes and injuries. Pulling up a chair and table, or rather, a wooden letter block and spool, next to her ‘patient’, the inspector began to carefully examine both the injured arm and where it used to connect to. “Had a fucking snow shovel fall on me. The whole thing, scoop first. I should have been able to get out of the way but I just … Froze! Like some sort of defect! Makers, I am useless!” She pounded on the table with her good arm, hissing and leaning away as her shoulder was prodded, sparks flying out. Useless? You got yourself back here, while injured, for one. And what about the raiders? I’m sure you found out something useful about them.” Cameilta cooed, trying to sooth her ‘grumpy puppy’. On the inside she wanted to grab a weapon and go after the raiders, but she knew she was needed here. “I mean … Yeah, they were using that shovel as a sort of elevator, scaffolding thing to pull themselves up off the road. That’s likely why none of the patrols had seen any evidence of them before now. So I guess the settlement’s safe for a while, until they can get it fixed.” “Then you can go to the Principal tomorrow and tell her about it. Unless they were right there, it’s going to take them more than a day to get something like that rigged up again. If she moves fast, she can take the militia out and break that thing, leaving them without an elevator.” “Do I have to?” Loona grumbled, her ears lowered. She and the leader of the settlement didn’t exactly get along. She absentmindedly rubbed over the ‘T’ that had been branded into the plastic of her cheek. It was generally ignorable most of the time. Generally. “Well, you’re also going to have to get your arm fixed by the nurse, and if you can deliver her an opportunity like that it might get you to the front of the line. Maybe you could even try making nice?” “Oh fuck off!” Loona leaned forward and glared. After a few moments of stunned silence, more sparks shooting from her shoulder, she pointed at her arm. “This isn’t working, give me that.” As Carmelita handed it over the hellhound took her own hand and bent three fingers and the thumb down, letting her flip the bird with her detached hand. She then pressed it right into her partner's face to show her disapproval with the situation. Even as the fox broke out laughing the hands owner got up and stumbled to the ladder, growling as she climbed it with one arm. Her better half watched her retreat up into the bed loft, giving her the time and space she needed to be performatively, dramatically upset. She had every right to be, what with her and the Principals' history. She needed to let that anger vent through her system before anything else could be done. But she would soon calm down. Then, come morning she’d follow her lover's advice and do what she needed to to get fixed up. Maybe the two wouldn’t make nice, but hopefully things wouldn’t get worse. She gave the disgruntled, damaged doll a good five minutes to get most of her grumbling out, and then followed her up to their shared bed. Loona turned away from her as her head came into sight, but the fox paid it no mind. Going to the end she lifted up the fluffy quilt and entered from the bottom. She could feel the injured doll tense, then relax, as she kissed her way up her sore legs. Reaching her lovely, round, grey bottom, Camelita pushed her black, torn up skirt up. “The fuck are you-” The words caught in her throat as a warm kiss was placed over her synthetic asshole, answering her question. She gave a small whine as the doll under the blanket began to softly run her tongue in circles around her back door. Biting her lip she squeezed her eyes shut as her cheeks were spread by a pair of loving hands, a vulpine muzzle giving her a soft, gentle rimming. It was unexpected, but not unwelcomed. Carmelita knew exactly what her beloved needed. She was stressed, injured, low on processing power, and over-stimulated. Giving her more strong sensations would threaten to overwhelm her. But the patient partner knew that she craved validating attention and meaningful contact. So she worked gently, carefully, lovingly over that ass. She was showing the surly woman how she meant the world to her, and how she would always be there for her, and to show her how important and cared for she really was. Loona was mumbling protests, but as the attention continued she obligingly turned to lay face down on the bed, hugging her pillow with her good arm to prop her head up. She slowly spread her legs out, giving into her body's desire for touch and pleasure, even as she continued to grumble about how unfair it was for her partner to take advantage of her like this. But Carmelita could hear the smile that her beloved was trying to hide. Moving the quilt aside to give the big grey tail a chance to wag back and forth, and not bap her in the face, the tricky vixen continued her loving licking. Her own red tail was slowly sweeping behind her as she swiped her tongue over her loves rear end. Holding onto those ass cheeks, keeping them spread, she appreciated the bountiful bottom in front of her with all her oral skill. She kissed up their crack, licked along the edges, tongued their back entrance, and kissed upwards, before returning down and doing it all again. It was a slow, gentle, almost casual form of lovemaking. Nothing flashy or needy about it. No desperation or intense need. Just the gentle, all encompassing care and love between two dolls doing their damndest to survive, and do more than [i]just[/i] survive in the crazy, hellish world they lived in. An important part of being alive was experiencing the things that made it worthwhile to be alive. Such as the gentle, intimate touch of a loving partner. The fox’s hands moved gently over the black and white behind in front of her, her partner's protests turning to breathy moans. Her fingers moved carefully over that soft, sensitive rear, making its owner shiver involuntarily. WIth her face buried so deep into the malleable plastic booty she was moving by her sense of touch, and memory of this fat ass, rather than by sight. And she was doing it well. She could hear the heavy breathing, the occasional small gasps as her loving, lustful, life-affirming touch anchored Loona to her body. They reminded her just how lucky she was to be alive, how smart and tough she was, rather than letting her wallow in the seductive agony of hating herself. Every skittering stroke, every pulling grab was another tether rebinding the two dedicated, devoted dolls together. Alongside that sweet, caring, anchoring touch was the spicy, lustful, devotional worship of canine ass. Her lips were glued to her lover. Kissing, sucking, pressing deep before pulling back just enough to give another wonderful sensation somewhere else. Being dolls, she didn’t need to worry about any ‘filth’ as her tongue went deep inside that artificial ass, exploring it, filling it. It wasn’t the same sort of sensation as having your pussy eaten, but they had been designed to get almost as much pleasure from back door activity as they would from the front. Hell, even kissing was more errotic than it was for humans, near as any of them could tell, and they were all glad for their extra sensitivity. Carmelita was making the most of it, distracting her one armed scout with pleasure. “Carmelita, Carmelita, I’m, i’m going to-” Loona was panting, holding onto her pillow, propped up on her side a bit. She couldn't even look back at the loving woman who was taking such good care of her, and asking nothing in return. Her body was tingling, warm with the building sensation, and she couldn't hold onto it much longer. On a ‘normal’ day they could make lover to each other for nearly an hour before even approaching such a place, but with as worn out as she was today, metaphorically in mind and literally in body, she didn’t have the wherewithal, energy, or ability to keep from going over the orgasmic edge. “Shhhh, it’s o.k. I’ve got you. I’m not going to let you come to any harm. Relax and let yourself go. Cum for me darling.” Loona moaned, unable to respond with words. As she came she released a sound that wasn’t quite a howl, but sounded very much like one. It was a long, low, melodic ‘awoo’ that she produced. It echoed through their home, filling the warm and cozy lower structure and then disappearing upwards to echo through the rest of the metal tower. As it trailed off she gave the same moaning howl again, her vocal processor filled with the passion and pleasure of the touch she had been receiving. Her pussy oozed onto the sheets under her, her injured legs trembling as she surrendered to the sensation. Her whole body was wiggling, moving involuntarily. Carmelita never stopped, but guided her lover through the process. Again, and again she gave that moaning howl, whimperingly drawing in breaths between each exhale. It was no shuddering, squirting orgasm, but more of a shaking, leaking one. Even that was getting to be too much. Her mind swam with the sensation. All of her mental fortitude, the towering walls of her firm and stable consciousness, having been worn down by the events of the day, were surrendering to the gentle lappings of the tongue. Like a sandcastle benign washed out to sea she surrendered herself to the sensation and allowed the walls of her mind to be pulled down. She no longer had conscious thought, no longer needed it. Worry, pain, ‘what-if’s’ and all concerns were let go. They were replaced with a singular focus on the oral attention on her ass. Again she let out a soft, curling ‘awoooooo’ as her body rode through another hill on the orgasmic roller coaster that her lover was pushing her along. She gave a sudden jerk, pulling to the side, but a pair of steady red hands kept her firmly pinned to the bed. She jerked back the other way, the sensations again threatening to overwhelm her, but her lover guided her back down to her resting spot. Face down, ass raised just the smallest amount, her bottom continued to receive loving attention. Loona the outcast scout was long gone. What remained was a good little puppy-doll, awoo-ing into the night. Mind melted, mouth moaning, body shaking, she had allowed herself to fall into the nothingness and everything that her lover had guided her towards. Even missing an arm, even with her legs damaged, she let it all go and fell into the all encompassing embrace of her love, and the pleasure it was providing her. Whimpering, moaning, groaning, she made all sorts of sounds as her body released all of its stress, all of its worry. All of time seemed to have come to a standstill as her orgasam continued, pressing on and on, reverberating through her body the way that her moans were echoing through their home. The only thing showing that it was not one unending moment was the bed under her, which was becoming positively soaked with her juices. But like all good things, it could not last forever. Her lover, full of attention and care, saw when it was threatening to be too much, be too long, and the rimming was slowly stopped and pulled back from. The now nearly mindless doll continued twitching, but her movements slowed down as she rode though the last few hills of her orgasam. Gently, carefully crawling up along the side of her lover, Carmelita pulled the soft, heavy comforter around them both. Pulling her over to the side of the bed away from her wet spot and spooning her from behind the vixen held her hellhound tight, nuzzling into her neck. “Good girl. I love you. You’ve had a shit day, but you are loved. Rest now, and tomorrow we will get you repaired.” Loona barely heard the words, and was soon dead to the world, deep asleep, both her mind and body done with consciousness. Carmelita smiled, stroking along her side as she gently, bit by bit, adjusted the unconscious doll so she could rest in the most comfortable position, not putting any weight on her damaged parts. She smiled down at her beloved, proud at her for being able to come back from the dangers of the wilderness. Reaching up she turned off the lights, allowing them to be bathed in the darkness of the night. Tomorrow would have a clash of personalities and bring a new step in the long-standing confrontation between the two of them and the leader of their settlement, but for now they were warm, protected, happy. “You mean the world to me darling. I will make sure you are repaired and made whole again.” So saying, the fox hugged her beloved close, giving her one last kiss on the back of her ear. Legs entwined, warm under the soft weight of the thick comforters, she allowed herself to fall asleep as well. Whatever tomorrow would bring, whatever the future could throw at them, they could and would face it head on and best it. Together. [u]The End[/u]