Epilogue: Pretty Doll

Three pairs of heels click down the hallway of the stadium. White Light, leading a pair of identically dressed **** girls on leashes.

You pause and scrunch your brow. This place is familiar to you. You can't place where exactly, but you've been here before.

"Come along, Dollie". Your Mistress gives your leash a playful tug. "The show is starting soon" As you chase after her, the question already sinks into the happy fuzz.

She passes a mirror. She's still clad in her usual white baby doll. Though the stem of a lollipop juts from her lips. After she passes, you get a brief chance to see yourself and your sister ****, Toy, in the mirror.

You're dressed identically. Pink bondage harnesses atop pink lace bra and panty sets. Pink heels and pink cuffs. Mistress recently decided she liked you both better with short pink hair, so now you match with hot pink hair down to your shoulders. She said you'd Love it and she was right. She'd even given you matching pink lipstick to finish the look.

You smile. You'd always thought pink was your cutest color.

She takes her seat by the ring side, and you take yours at her feet. There is a click as your leash is locked into place. You sigh as a pair of arms wrap around your waist. Toy snuggling close to you. Both your head focus with eyes between Mistresses' legs. Does she want you to lick?

Mistress absentmindedly lets her lolipop drift low. You extend your tongue out to give it the biggest longest lick possible. A plea to put your tongue into action.

"Such a good girl." She giggles. "If you really are so eager..."

A hand goes to the back of your head and you already know what it means. Soon your face is buried in her pussy. How can you help from nuzzling it? Smelling it? Everything is consumed by white light and the fuzzy happiness of a **** in her rightful place.

"I don't want to indulge too much, sweetie." She laughs, letting out a little grunt of pleasure. "If I cum a lot right now, how will I have the energy to get you a new sister!?"

You pull your head back, if only for a few seconds.

"Get me a new sister, Mistress?" You say in a high pitched voice.

"Oh, you don't need to know about that." Her hand hand guides you back between her legs, where you belong. "Just leave all the thinking to Mistress."

She was right. You just need to Listen to her.

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