Rosalina’s New Adventure by Rubberfrills
Here’s another love doll story, this one on the shorter side. I really enjoyed this author’s prose; unfortunately, they’re very busy and I haven’t been able to commission them since, despite mutual eagerness to work again. I hope you like it as much as I do!
“So is that a yes?”
“Well… I don’t see why not. Ah, sure! The planetarium sounds like fun!”
“Alright, Saturday at six-thirty good? I can pick you up.”
“Gosh, glad I finally found someone nice, I mean what’re the odds?”
“Maybe it was fate? Or magic maybe,” the man laughed. “I gotta bounce babe, see ya then!”
“Bye Simon!” The woman stayed in her seat, her boyfriend slipping out onto the street beyond. Leaning back she flipped the newspaper to her face, eyes darting across the page. “Ooh, horoscopes! Hmm… Virgo… ‘big changes will bubble up.” She grinned to herself, licking her thumb before dogearing the page. “I’ll keep that in mind…”
“Alice? Alice!” A knocking at her door whipped the woman out to the front of her apartment, gussied up for a night on the town with her man. Demure, black and hugging to her skin she was the perfect image of a woman on the town. Her partner was no worse, a fine white shirt and black slacks just enough for their little date. “Aren’t we a bit overdressed for-”
“Shush, we’re getting dinner after right?” He stared back, silent. “Right?”
“O-Oh! Yeah, of course! Sure!”
“Hmm… okay! Let’s go already!”
“O-Okay!” Whisked away from her apartment the pair slipped down to the garage, quickly peeling away to the planetarium downtown. A crowded, noisy place during the day at night it took on a mournful, respectful quiet- at least Simon had hoped as much. Evidently there was a big fundraiser going on for some college club or high school organization (neither Simon nor Alice cared to ask), but they had to squeeze their way between pimply teens and willowy faculty sponsors just to get to the ticket booth.
“Sorry for the trouble Alice, but-”
“Hey,” she snapped, “tickets first.”
“Right! Uh, hi, can we get two tickets for-”
“Which showing,” a meek little lady whispered from behind the glass. “We only have free seats for 7:30.”
“I, uh, we can do that!”
“Simon,” Alice slapped, anger stirring beneath her pale face and black bangs, “what about our reservation?”
“Sh- ah, dangit! Ma’am are you sure-”
“I’m sure,” she crackled, “7:30 is the only showing with open seats and I recommend-”
“Yeah, yeah.” The wobbly man forked over a twenty, nabbing the little cards before escorting his date inside. Seething quietly beside him he apologzed profusely, curving between chattering teens and their friends as they popped into the dark room ahead. “I-I’m sorry Alice, but-”
“Just- Just let’s sit down, okay?”
“Whatever.” Not impressed with him she sulked behind back, his flurry of “sorry"s not enough to excuse the maddening procession inside.
“C’mon! Give it a chance, at least, not like-”
“Fine! Fine,” she gasped, “just quiet down.” It was loud enough already with the chatter and smack of high schoolers around them, a murmuring hush following as the lights were fully extinguished, the two finally settled to take their seats. Clining to his arm for balance Alice squeezed his arm, black nails scratching at him.
“Ow! Hey,” he stopped, an angry shush sitting him down. “Careful…”
“It’s just a scratch, now-” Another shush brought a starry scene onto the domed screen above them, little, twinkling scenes painted above them. The starry sky stirred Simon’s heart, a wanting for home tugging at his heart. He wanted to utter a little ‘wow’ before he shushed himself, careful not to disturb the others around him or his date. A narrator piped up, jutting into the quiet sky to start panning across the skies and into the depths of space to explore a nebula, little globular bits of gas and dust whirling together in the beauty of a stellar nursery.
“So that’s how Luma- wha-”
“SHH,” Alice cut across, smacking his leg. “You play too many videogames!” Whisper-scolding done she settled back into her seat again, hands folded neatly in her lap as she tried to suppress the smile creeping onto her face. Simon was confused- he’d never played that one, he thought, eyes darting across the projection of the Orion nebula above him and trying to focus on the little globes of whirlng, incandescent gas soon to be born into starhood. He blinked, eyes wet just a touch. A resounding feeling of maternal protection seized him as the screen followed the compression and ignition of the heart of a star, whipping solar winds blasting dust and gas clear as it roared to life. Simon rubbed his eyes, proud of the little star bursting to life before doubling over in pain as the narrator accelerated its life by eons in an instant, the star bloated and red before evaporating into the void of space.
“Poor luma…,” Simon thought to himself, careful not to elicit another smack from his date. He caught himself using that word again, confused and, in the clustered space of the planetarium, hot. He tugged at his distracting collar, sweating and squeezing his legs together- did he have to go to the bathroom? It didn’t matter, the feeling receding as the narrator zoomed back out from the nebula to the belt of Orion, panning over to the constellation Taurus as he started listing off the constellations of the zodiac.
“Hey Simon,” Alice whispered, lips slipping up to his ear to ask him a little something. “Aren’t you a Virgo?” The narrator had turned over to the reclining figure of the maiden, Elzabeth pulling her dates head over to face her.
“Yeah, why- mm!” She pulled him into a fatal kiss, lucious, black-painted lips meeting his as her tongue lolled in his receiving mouth. He sweltered under her touch, her tongue batting into his own as they locked and twisted. Pulling away he tried to follow, a sharp pain in his groin forcing him up before he could kiss her again. “S-Sorry, I-” He stopped himself, rushing away to the bathroom, bobbing between sneering high schoolers along the way.
“Ohh…” Stall shut behind him and pants off he relaxed, breathing as the pain receded. His head was foggy, deep heaving breaths doing little to clear his head as the world around him blurred and bowed out. Peeping down, waiting on his body to do its work, he paused. His dick wasn’t gone, was it? His hand slapped down, nerves fuzzying and asleep as his hand smacked against flat skin. “Wh-awhahu… whuh…” He fumbled his hand around, panicked little yelps growing in volume as he patted his hands around his body furiously, searching for his cock like he’d misplaced his keys or his wallet. His hands were dead-numb and smoothing, slapping frantically on his body in a panic as he tried to scream. Little, coughing whispers replaced his cries for help, a few other denizens in the bathroom hearing his little peeps.
“Aye bruh you good,” one teen piped up.
“Homie’s fighting for his life in there.” A chorus of laughter drowned Simon’s feeble cries, his hands clutching to his throat as his voice disappeared, a hoarse squeak whistling in its place as he knelt onto the floor. His gut churned inside him, numb, shivering hands clutching his stomach as he bent over the toilet seat and tried to catch his waning breath. His chest seized and his heart fluttered, shaking arms swinging to grab his chest as his pecs softened in his hand, hardening again as they rounded out. He dropped to the floor and coiled into a ball as his core stiffened and contracted, convulsing angrily in resistance to the progressive changes wrenching his body apart. The wheezing had subsided now, his throat locking up. His lips hardened and swelled, a numb hand lingering up to touch his smooth, cold face. A seam of plastic cut its way along the sea of his lips, retreating jaw muscles now locking his mouth open into an absent gasp, a look of shock or welcoming unknown to him where he lay trapped on the bathroom floor. The pain was fading now, Simon’s breath returning slowly as he shambled to his feet. His legs obeyed him, barely, rebellion stewing as his unfeeling hand slipped the lock away on the door.
“Okay,” Simon thought to himself, “this is just a little sickness. Mario can-” He stopped his train of thought, shaking his foggy head as he pressed the door back out. The snide teens had left minutes ago, Simon alone with the mirror to splash some water on his face and resolve all this. He could have Alice drive him-
“MMPH!!” He mumbled, locked in his throat, as he saw himself in the mirror for the first time in minutes. His lips pillowed, shining, forward, locked in a receiving gasp as his eyes stirred anxiously, scanning and sweeping left and right at the rest of his face. His head shaped itself, slimmed and smoothed itself into a little pout with modest cheeks and thin brows. His hair pooled at his back now, long and blond and sweeping over his sweating brow and a tiara, maddeningly, had sprouted up where it locked into his hair. He drifted a hand up to touch it, jumping in surprise as it pricked his finger and he lurched forward towards the mirror. “This must be Bowser’s doing,” he thought, eyes wide as his clothes even were recedng and transforming into a delicately frilled turquoise dress, long sweeping sleeves drooping down from his wrist and swishing at his modest hips. “That demon of a koopa is doing this to me… I have to go to- to Mario?” He stopped his thoughts, his bosom blossoming upward to fill the dress’ cups properly. Mario was nowhere around to help, he knew- he was on Earth. Alice would know what to do-
“O-Oh…” She paused, head swimming and buoyed on her own good feelings now. The squeezing, ripping changes were mellowing out. The cold kiss of the bathroom tile from earlier was replaced at once with a warm wash of life inside of her, burning in her core and pulsing outwards to every limb. Burning, now, in her loins as she nervously twisted her stiffening neck around for any unwanted viewers. It was gone, her member disappearing inside of herself and replaced by the synthetic embrace of a narrow, pillowy slit inside of herself. Unlike the rest of her changing body it was ho to the touch, sensitive and receptive all at once. Dragging a finger over it she shivered, wanting to moan but forgetting her voicelessness. Content to explore her newer body she hiked her dress skirt back up, curving two fingers inside at once, working her hand right again to free up some space for her thumb. Bringing the digit over she teased the plastic bean on her new body, shuddering silently in the bathroom as she surrendered herself to the intense urgings of her changing body.
A fire was consuming her- the consummation of her new self with the shape she was stuck in, still rapidly changing below the skin, progressed at breakneck speed as she popped her numb fingers in her mouth, just enough to slick them up before her lips were dry forever. Plunging her fingers back in she straightened her back, humping into the bathroom couner desperately for release, the mounting pressure to cum locked behind her fingers and inside her unreceptive pussy. The desire was there, enflamed and torturous as she tried harder and harder to cum. She lunged forward repeatedly on the cold, fake stone of the bathroom counter, grinding herself faster and faster as she neared her peak but failed to crest it. There was no easy release at this point, her fingers dry again and mouth just as empty while she kept thrusting her hips against the counter.
The clap of footsteps outside the door shot her shocked face to the left, the princess nervously disappearing from the granite sinktop to back inside one of the stalls to hide. She didn’t dare be caught in such a compromising position around others, especially those damnable youths wandering outside. Her, the great Rosalina, being caught masturbating in public? It was inconceivable, the shame and sheer scandal sure to bring about the ire of the other princesses she knew and mingled with. The door shuddered behind her, shaking as she slapped it shut and took leave of the bathroom outside to secure herself some privacy. Dipping her hand down again, her dress skirt hiked up where she pulled her legs tight, she felt around. There was the returning numbness in her hand and the worrying loss of dexterity, the throbbing heat in her pussy disappearing in agonizing pulses of fading pleasure.
“Dammit,” she thought angrily, catching her profanity too late as she tried to recapture that feeling in her core. Pulling her hand back up she was whipped back to reality, foggy thoughts splintered across the tiny stall as her hand receded and warped in front of her. Fingers shortened, stubbying, in front of her face as her hand reformed itself into a rounded nub and thumb, that same seam of cold plastc wrinkling back and forth as it rounded. Raspily she peeped, last squeaks of her voice escaping as she tried to stand up, to escape and paw at the door with her useless right hand. The heat in her core was building still, unbearably close to climaxing as she slapped the lock with her mid-transition left to bat it open. She was sobered again, head clear as her legs pounded underneath her. Sprinting she burst out of the bathroom, bouncing between sneering lobbygoers and people waiting on the transition between the shows. If she could make it to her friend inside the auditorium she could surely undo or correct whatever secondary changes were attacking her body. Rosalina paused, eyes darting nervously around the lobby as her heart thrummed, stressed and weakening, in her chest, scanning for the far off doors back into the planetarium proper. The princess flipped her hair in turning her head, stopping as her neck stiffened and she stared dead ahead towards the door, the cinder-red exit sign calling to her.
She couldn’t recall her relationship to the woman inside, or even her name, just that she was a friend- or a lover? Perhaps a partner, even, someone introduced to her by Mario or a Luma in her line of protecting the cosmos, and it was to her she started to run as her left leg gave out. Paralyzed and stiff she tripped, tumbling forward as her left leg buckled underneath her and she collapsed to the ground. Pulling herself up amid the nervous, rippling crowd she twisted her body around. Anxious eyes stared at her puffed lips and willowy hair, her tiara edging across her head, ready to tip off.
“Yo lady, are you- what the!” An observer about to lend a hand recoiled, hand yanked backwards in shock at the supple plastic edges and contorted features of the princess lying on the ground, trying desperately to prop herself up and dash away from the crowd. She shivered, that core of untapped and unquenched lust burning a hole in her interior as she slipped on the ground, her foot drifting free of its needly heel and popping free, rounded and simple just like her nubbed hands. With her last bits of strength she propped herself up on her last good foot, wobbling up from the ground. Perched atop her head her tiara, studded with a number of little stars in the same reclining, lazy pose of the zodiacal of that stellar maiden that was her star sign, started to shake and roll in her hair. The subtle little push from her leg knocked it loose, freeing her mind to look around. Her neck popped free, her head twisting towards the door towards her suspected salvation. As the gold crown fell to the ground, tinkling and ringing like a lost bell, Rosalina’s eyes shot open. The kiss, the gradual remembering of her whole transformation in the bathroom, it all came back to her. Even inside of her the heat was receding, her breath and voice returning in panicked, quick gasps as she hobbled to her feet. Hands returned to her arms, fingers to her hands and feeling to the tips of the narrow digits and their delicate nails.
“Oh, heavens,” she peeped, thick blonde hair swept from her eyes as she realized her situation. She was better, now, breath returning in strong, heaving pulls of air. She had a bone to pick with that woman and her thievish lips, sleeves rolled up to settle the score once and for all. However, launching her leg forward to run towards the waiting exit sign to break into a furious sprint, she collapsed again on her weak leg. Flopping forward, hair splashing over her eyes again, she was ignored by the crowd as the show let out to change, people sliding past each other through the broad double doors in the dim lobby. The chatter of excited teenagers swamped around her, Rosalina popping her head up to catch sight of that evil woman and bring her low, positive Mario would be on his way to lend a hand to.
“Oh! There you are,” Alice smirked, hidden in the crowd before appearing in all her black-haired glory standing over the princess. “Let’s be on our way then!” Before Rosalina could react, could duck away and escape, that tiara was dipped onto her head. In an instant Rosalina locked up again, the princess’ arms stiffening and hands merging together in an instant, the magic pressure of the woman standing over her correcting the brief discrepancy in her spell. Gasping she locked up, arms bent at the elbow and legs curling after them, her dress skirt swooshing up to expose her inflamed, beating pussy before the witch hefted the doll princess into her arms. Light as a feather and fully frozen now Rosalina was trapped, thoughts turning to that returning fire in her entire body, anxious to be pleased and to please more than anything. Without any batted eye or curious look (other spells making sure to turn heads away from the scene she’d caused) Alice stalked out of the planetarium towards her new car, too, popping her latest addition in the passenger seat.
“Gosh,” she started, freshening up her lipstick before clicking the radio to life. “You must be so, so hot right now.” She teased a hand across the doll’s chest, pert plastic nipples tickled with unimaginable, ambrosial delight as Rosalina bounced in its head, begging and pleading for just a touch more, just a tease and a half to edge her forward to where she needed so badly to be. “When we get home I’ll think about having some fun with you, okay? But you’re gonna have to earn it, the others are so eager- just, like, you.” Alice booped the Rosalina’s doll-nose, key twisted in the ignition as she twisted out of the parking lot and into the silent, welcoming night beyond.