A shape-shifting magic doll

"Here's one that will solve your problem easily..." Mikkel began with a hefty promise, then produced what looked a bit like the voodoo dolls that Broomi had once heard occultists used. Such dark magic was, obviously, banned by the church and punishable within the town of Merridan, so it would be especially odd to find one here, in the studio of the the church counselor's brother. Even on a closer inspection, the doll appeared to be little more than a wooden carving in the shape of a human. "First, let's understand a bit about incubi, because the church's teachings on them are sorely lacking. You've probably picked up a thing or two by now, but the main thing you need to know is this: their lust isn't nearly as wonton or insatiable as its made out to be."

"Fuck that," Brocken spat roughly; he clearly didn't appreciate his plight being made to sound so insignificant. "Insatiable is exactly the word for it. Broomi and I only just found a way to take care of it."

The man's eyes shined and his lips parted to show a gleaming white grin. "Oooh? You and your sister found out together, hm? Because as I was about to explain, an incubus learns the target of his lust from an early age. It can be anything as broad as a preference for something like women or men... it can be anything as unfortunately narrow as, say, a preference for demon army Deathspeakers, if there just so happened to be a pretty one around that made an impression on him as a youngling. So... hmmm... Is your thing nuns, or tomboys, or girls with bushy brown hair, ooor- Dear Geod!"

Broomi had acted on her promise, silencing the man with a swift kick of her brown boot's toe to his barely covered penis. The angelic inventor dropped to his knees, clutching both hands over his groin and groaning in a pitiable voice. He then fell all the way onto his belly and chin. "None of this sounds like an explanation of the invention!" the young nun chastised him, stomping on his butt with her boot a few more times.

"Yeah, j-just focus on the invention," Brocken agreed, stuttering a bit and looking impatient to move on from the subject of what his specific tastes were that had allowed his sister to satisfy his sexual craving for the first time in his life.

After rolling around on the floor in anguish for a bit longer, the inventor managed to push himself back up to standing position, his eyebrows twitching as he tried to continue smiling. He now stood with one hand reflexively guarding his cock. "Broomi, **** really should be a last resort," he warned her, then took a few very indiscrete steps behind one of his statues, as if expecting another blow. "I was only explaining the part about incubi so you'd understand what this doll will do. I call it a 'Sex Doll.' There's nothing else in the kingdom like it."

Broomi raised one eyebrow and tapped her foot, waiting for further details.

"This doll can transform to become a golem, imbued with the appearance of anyone you desire, no less convincing than one of the demon lord's doppelgangers... although, without the boon of a personality and learning capabilities. All you need to do is put something originating from the person into the slot on the back. It can be something gruesome like blood, or something harmless like hair or nail clippings. I won't judge you if you want to piss in it. I'm not a man who judges."

"Thanks, I think I'll resist the urge," Broomi returned, sarcastically rolling her eyes. "Anyway, that sounds pretty dang impressive, but would something like that actually work? I mean, even if it was a doll that looked like... someone that can help satisfy Brocken's sexual urges... it couldn't be realistic enough-"

The inventor grinned again, then pressed his hands together at his lap. "Ooooh, but it is! The surface will feel no different from flesh. The inner surface, no different from the innermost parts of the one you desire. The hair, as silken- or as coarse- as you might wish for it to be. The eyes, as beautiful and gentle- or as cocksure and wild- as you could hope! The breasts may be round, fair, and heavy... or small and freckled, if you like them as such. Do you like your girl smooth or shaven? It can be either! Just feed the doll the right input and you'll have what you wanted." The guy was really pushing his luck now, but Broomi and Brocken were both so fascinated by the description that the nun couldn't be bothered to deliver Mikkel another kick in the junk as he teased the two of them. "I do get the feeling that you, Miss Jean-Bromide, have been inconvenienced by your brother's affliction as of late. This would be the perfect way to escape that responsibility..."

Broomi gulped. On one hand, he had a point: from a logical standpoint, something like that could work to get Brocken off without her having to personally get involved. On the other hand... They'd done some weird things here and there, but wouldn't Brocken owning a humanoid doll in her image and using it... however he needed... be pretty much crossing the line? What if he got to the point where that creepy doll was coloring the way he thought about her?

Plus, another quiet corner of her brain was questioning if she wanted to be replaced in her brother's life by the inventor's creepy doll.

"That's gotta be it, right, Sis? Then we just have to look for... the right person," Brocken questioned, wearing his usual dour frown. He seemed a lot more accepting of the idea at face value than she had been...