Go ahead-go ahead and pose like a Barbie Doll

While Morgana was busy locking herself in the restroom and writing down her fantasies for the night (a habit she’d developed early and still hadn’t quite shaken out of fear of interruption) Sylvia was hard at work picking out an anime for the two of them to watch.

She wasn’t really an anime person. Or a TV person at all, really, or books, or movies, or… well, really, Sylvia didn’t have any hobbies.

Dakota had selfishly kept all her knowledge of filmography to herself.

When Morgana warily exited the bathroom, nowhere near as confident in her decision of who to gift the fantasies to as she had been before, she was hoping that they’d get to watch some anime to take her mind off of it, at least.

Sylvia had indeed managed to find a series.

“Apparently, it’s called Higurashi no Naku Koro ni,” Sylvia informed Morgana. “From what I can tell, it seems like a pretty sweet and provincial little show.”

While Sylvia and Morgana were bonding over anime, Nick was preparing himself for what was to come. He was going to spend the night with Dawn. It felt like forever since the last time they had been together.

It didn’t help that while he was waiting for her to show up, his only company was Holly, and things between them were a little…

…

Well, “awkward” was a good way to say it.

Holly paced awkwardly around the room, eyes firmly rooted on the floor. Normally she’d do some cooking to distract herself, but she didn’t exactly have anybody to cook for, since they’d all eaten an early dinner in the Banquet Hall.

So now, she was stuck with her master, after the two of them had shared a very intense moment in private on the Ferris Wheel.

A moment that had involved the “L” word.

“Holly, you don’t have to be so nervous,” Nick informed her, causing the shorter girl to jump. “Dawn’s coming here for me.”

“Nervous?!” Holly turned on him with wide eyes. “I’m not nervous! You’re the one who’s nervous, master!”

Well… she wasn’t wrong there. While Nick knew that Dawn had feelings for him, he also knew that he would be engaging in, more likely than not, some very strenuous sexual activities given the gymnast’s newest transformation.

• Poser: Dawn will find herself aroused at the thought of being Nick’s poseable little sex doll. Her size and flexibility means that he can use her in ways that he can’t with the other girls, and the possibilities that entails can’t help but turn her on. She’ll find herself drawn towards being sexually submissive in bed, finding the idea of Nick using her in whatever position he wants while she’s little more than a toy for his pleasure to be incredibly hot. (Gymnast)

While he wasn’t sure what that transformation entailed as far as “posing” her, he was confident that she’d probably want to try it out.

More confident than he was in his willingness to go through with it, at any rate. He could feel Dakota systematically removing any chance of having missionary sex. But then… maybe this was for the best? Maybe Dawn was naturally more submissive? It didn’t sound like her (she often put up fights when she was passionate about something) but then again, whenever they’d been intimate in the past, she’d been wary of engaging proactively, and preferred to let him take the lead. Maybe she would be content with boring missionary.

A strange contrast to Gina, who was very aggressive about her submission, in a way that just screamed “contradictory” to him.

A soft knock on the door snapped him out of his thoughts. No sense in getting worked up over something that was about to happen. He pushed his doubts aside, and went to go greet Dawn.

Honestly… she looked amazing.

Her hair was damp and her eyes were shimmering. She’d changed her clothes since the Amusement Park, trading out her frumpy casual clothes for an outfit that, while certainly not sexy or seductive, was very cute and alluring in its own way. She wore a frilly white blouse that had the top part mostly cut out and replaced with a lace collar that teased a silhouette of her shoulders and collarbone, and a long diaphanous white skirt over a pair of cream-colored leggings that gave the image of nudity while actually hiding most of her body from sight.

Most alluring of all, however, was the light blush on her cheeks and the gentle smile on her lips.

“Um… may I come in?” She breathed, batting her eyelashes from behind her glasses.

Nick was quick to open the door for her. He couldn’t believe she’d dressed up this much after they’d had such a fun and casual day. So much for thinking that sex with Dawn tonight would be something perfunctory and dispassionate.

She was still nervous, though. Even as she stepped into the room, a lot of the subdued confidence she was usually brimming with seemed absent on her face.

Her eyes slid over to Holly for a moment, and Nick instantly realized why that was.

“Holly…” He turned to the girl who proclaimed herself his sex ****, the girl he’d just told today that he loved her, and tried to **** out words that he knew would hurt her heart.

Holly winced, and shook her head. She pushed her lips up into a smile. “It’s okay, I get it,” she said, shaking her head. “It’s fine. Don’t worry, master, it’s part of my duty to make myself scarce when needed, after all.”

“I’m sorry!” Dawn blurted out, her face crimson. “I know that you can’t… without… you know. But even so, I still…”

She was trying to find the words to describe her feelings, but she knew it was a fruitless endeavor. There wasn’t a whole lot she could say on the topic, given the situation she found herself in. Completely embarrassed, attempting something she’d never attempted before.

Holly shook her head and smiled. “It’s okay,” she assured her fellow shorty. “I’m not bothered by it. I understand completely. You’ve gotta do what works for you, Dawn, and not everyone can be comfortable going wild with someone watching.”

Dawn sighed in relief. She was glad that Holly could be so understanding, and wasn’t holding anything against her.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Holly just smiled back at her and nodded. “Hey, what the heck, right?” The curly-haired woman shrugged. “I mean, it’s been so long since the last time I had an orgasm, I can wait for the next opportunity.”

That didn’t make Dawn feel better. Especially since she knew she was probably going to have a great many orgasms herself in the next few hours.

Unfortunately, Holly couldn’t leave the room because curfew had already been instituted, and the Master’s Suite was closed for business. So instead, she went to the kitchen and closed the door, hoping to surround herself with some familiar sights.

Hopefully, they wouldn’t need to do anything with the food.

Biting her lip, Dawn turned to Nick. She could finally look him in the eye.

“So, uh… we’re alone now…” She said, rocking on the balls of her feet.

“Yeah,” Nick nodded. “We are.”

“Today was really something, huh?” Dawn smiled a little. The tension in her face drained away as she recalled how much fun she’d had with everybody.

“Did it make you feel better?” Nick asked. “You know, about not having any friends, and nobody wanting to spend any time with you?”

Dawn shook her head in exasperation and rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe I actually said that,” she mumbled, feeling like she was going to die of shame. “How egotistical of me! Thanks for your suggestion, Nick.”

She gazed up at him with an adoring gleam in her eye that Nick so rarely saw, except when they were alone together.

“I’m just glad you feel better,” he replied.

Hearing that, Dawn’s ears twitched, and her tail swished behind her. “Well, uh… that… you know, there are some things that would make me really feel better…” She hinted at. She had very little experience trying to be seductive (in spite of Rose’s attempts to teach her) and she definitely didn’t know how to hint at what she was feeling now.

Finally, she raised her arms in a shrug and dropped them with an exasperated sigh.

“…I took a shower when I got back to my room,” she informed him. “To wash off all the slime residue, in case that water ride wasn’t enough. And I changed my clothes. They were starting to smell.”

“…I noticed,” Nick said, scanning his eyes over her new outfit.

“Well, that’s just it,” she said, walking over to the bed. “I got all dressed up nice and sexy, so… come on, big boy. Have your way with me. That’s how this is supposed to go, right?”

Nick nearly burst out laughing. Dawn whirled around, her face hot.

“I’m serious here!” She snapped, red as a raspberry. “I-I can’t… I don’t…” She tugged on one of her cat ears, and for the first time, Nick wondered if they were just as sensitive as her tail. Sylvia had said that her cat parts would become erogenous zones, and she did seem to respond positively to head pats and petting…

He doubted she’d ever admit to it, though.

The expression on Dawn’s face had changed. It was still red, but she’d gone from shameful embarrassment to something deeper, and hotter. Her eyes were glistening with need. “…Right now… I feel so hot,” she confessed, playing with the lacy collar of her loose blouse. “Everything in my head is screaming at me, to lie down and let you have your way with me, and I want that, but… I don’t know how it goes.”

She glanced away. “I know I’ve had sex with you a few times, now… but you’ve always been the one to take the lead. And that’s fine, I don’t have a problem with that, since I don’t know what I’m doing all the time, but right now…”

“Your transformation is compelling you to be even more submissive, right?” Nick guessed.

Dawn’s gulp was loud enough to echo across the room. She hastily nodded her head.

“…Yeah,” she admitted. “I want you to take me and pose me however you want… it’s really working me up, knowing how much bigger you are… knowing that you could just bend me any which way… and I don’t get it! I was doing just fine with my urges, before… before tonight.”

Nick stared at her suspiciously. “You didn’t take, like, an aphrodisiac or something, right?”

Dawn shook her head. “I had the same things you guys did at dinner today.”

“Maybe the slime you fell into had a delayed effect, then?” He guessed.

Dawn frowned, and her ears drooped. “Nick, this is me,” she said. “I’ve been having these thoughts, but I’ve always been able to block them out. Until I stepped out of the shower, and I realized how real this all was…”

Her hands were trembling.

“I… I want you to play with me. Like… like you do with Gina,” she stammered. Her face burned with shame. “How twisted is that? Wanting to be like her…”

“I don’t think it’s twisted at all,” Nick assured her, shaking his head. He walked over and cradled her shoulder gently, holding her close. “You’re just feeling some urges you haven’t before.”

“I’m not a greedy person,” Dawn said, with just a hint of bitterness. “You know that. I’ve always just done what I thought I needed to do. Not what I… what I wanted to do. But now I want to do something, but… it’s too embarrassing!”

Dawn had so many thoughts flashing through her mind. She’d said that she wanted Nick to pose her, but that wasn’t the whole truth. Actually, she had dozens of different positions she wanted him to take her in, but she could never verbalize them.

If he knew what she really wanted, he might not look at her the same way. Her pussy found it sexy to be posed like a model, but her brain, that big, beautiful organ that she was so proud of, told her how shameful and embarrassing it would be to say it.

All that boiled in her mind, condensing down into one line of thought that she silently tried to convey to her partner with the most intense stare she could muster.

I want you to take me and pose me in those ways! I want you to do what I want without me having to say it!

It was an unreasonable thing to ask, but it was how Dawn felt.

And then she felt Nick’s arms wrap around her waist, and push her down onto the sheets.

Dawn stared up at him in wide-eyed amazement. He was on top of her. It was a position she was used to, but something about it felt more intense than those last few fumbling attempts at sex; even their last dalliance, when his transformation had started working to her advantage.

She played those scenes over again in her mind like watching a movie on fast forward. One of the benefits of perfect recall was that she could practically relive that entire night.

“So Dawn…” Nick purred, leaning down and kissing her neck. “You said you wanted me to take charge, like with Gina, is that right?”

“N-no!” Dawn whimpered out, while her heart screamed a loud “YES!”

He reached up and gently pinched the arch of her cat ear between his thumb and forefinger, stroking along the edge as she squirmed underneath him.

“Are you sure?” He whispered, filling her ear with his hot breath and causing her to whimper.

“I-I just… I don’t want it to hurt too much…” She admitted, turning away from him. She began to tear up out of shame.

“I have an idea,” Nick said, and she saw the ghost of his fingers out of the corner of her eye.

Then everything became a blur.

“A-ah!” She gasped, trying to sit up. But with Nick on top of her, and outweighing her by a good amount, that wasn’t an idea that would find much purchase in spite of her attempts. “My glasses! What are you doing!?”

“I think I’ll confiscate these,” Nick informed her. “Don’t you think it’s sexier if you can’t see what I’m doing to you?”

No, Dawn didn’t think that at all! She certainly didn’t-

…Oh, wow. She had no idea his hand was there.

Nick pushed his fingers up into the cleft of her little pussy, rubbing between her legs.

“I think I know why you decided to wear that skirt,” he said with a grin, and Dawn felt her face heat up even more.

“That’s… I just…”

“It’s see-through, but not completely,” he continued. “So nobody would be able to tell if the crotch of your leggings was getting soaked.

Dawn could only respond with a squeak of resignation. She’d been found out.

“P-please,” she gasped. “Right there… it feels so good right there…”

Nick increased the pressure of his fingers, pressing down on the little bud at the top of her lips.

“Right here, you mean?” He asked.

“Mmhmm!” She said, biting her lip to keep her moans at bay. She squinted, trying to make out his face. Was he smiling? Was he looking serious?

…Was he as turned on by this as she was?

All these questions flashed through Dawn’s mind, but she couldn’t see. All she could do was lie back and let the pleasure of his touch wash over her as he increased the speed of his ministrations, while adding more fingers to the mix. Now he wasn’t just playing with her clitoris, he was digging between her lips with other digits too.

Dawn loved these leggings, and he was going to ruin them!

“T-take my clothes off,” she begged, not so lost in her pleasure that she would let him rip her clothes right off of her. Unlike Gina, she cared about her things.

Sensing this, and knowing that it had nothing to do with Dawn’s fantasies, Nick obliged her, reaching up and pulling her leggings down from below her skirt.

If Nick felt like he was in a hyperbolic mood, he might have said that a cloud of steam escaped the diaphanous garment the second he pulled the leggings down. But he didn’t need hyperbole to see just how red and swollen Dawn’s lower lips had become thanks to his touch, and he couldn’t mistake the wetness he felt on his fingers.

“So what do you think, Dawn?” He whispered, moving his hand back up between her legs. “Do you like not knowing what’s coming? To feel it with your body, rather than see with your eyes?” Without her leggings in the way, he could really start going to work, and he pushed his fingers into the sticky wetness of her tight little cavern.

Verbally, Dawn’s only response was an embarrassed squeak. But the squeeze of her inner walls was answer enough for Nick, who smiled in amusement.

Nick changed his position so his thighs were doing a lot more to support his body, freeing up his other hand. He began to caress Dawn’s cheek, and moved down to the soft lace of her top.

“I like you like this,” he confessed. “So **** beneath me. Showing me how much you trust me.”

He wasn’t crouched on top of her anymore. If she wanted to pull away from him, she very easily could have done so, and she knew it.

But she didn’t move. Even though she’d heard him set her glasses down on the nightstand, well within reach, she didn’t raise her arm to grab them.

Nick wasn’t wrong when he said that Dawn seemed to be enjoying what was happening to her. Without her glasses, Dawn was responding perfectly to everything he did to her. He could touch her at his whim, and she wouldn’t know until it happened. It **** her to be much more sensitive and accommodating to his desires, and frankly…

It felt really hot. Like she was stuck in a maelstrom of confusion, and Nick’s touch was the lighthouse guiding her ship in safely through the churning waters.

And speaking of churning waters, Dawn was getting ready for the massive wave about to crash into her.

“Aaaahhn! Oh! Yes!” She moaned, arching her back. Thanks to her natural flexibility, she nearly bent at a 90 degree angle as she came.

Nick pulled back, and she felt him caress her cheek again. His hand was wet. She squinted, trying to make out his face, but no, nothing. He was just far enough away.

His voice reached her, though.

“So, what next?” He asked, now that she was properly worked up. “Because if you’re not going to make a suggestion, I have a few positions we can try.”

Dawn’s reply was a gasp of excitement.