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Giddy with eagerness, Flora bounced on her toes in her platform sandals in front of Stella's door. The dormitory hall was already fully decorated for the night's upcoming party, Flora having spent much of the afternoon preparing the School Hall, she hadn't even had time to change out of her little green top and fuchsia faux-wrap skirt.

"Come on, come on," she said to herself, flapping her hands with pent up energy, bracelets clattering.

Even as the door began to open inward, Flora burst through, words exploding from her mouth.

"Stella! It's all ready! The party is going to be so great! I can't wait for you to see what I did! I made this pink carpet of flowers that—" She trailed off, noticing now how messy the room was, like a fashion tornado tore through it, and how utterly pissed Stella looked, glaring at her through a curtain of blonde bangs.

"—Pink? I thought we decided on yellow." Stella grit her teeth and slammed the door behind Flora, turning on her. "And my dress form? Where is it! How was I supposed to get everything ready for tonight? Look at this mess!"

"Well," Flora blinked, knocked off guard by Stella's mood and feeling like she fell face first into a bee nest. "You said I could borrow it. I used it for the centerpiece. It's this topiary for yo—"

"Flora!" Stella snapped, her high voice rising even high and cutting off her friend. Hands bundled into tight fists that crackled with light as she stalked towards Flora, who seemed to shrink in response. "You can't just leave anything alone, can you?!"

Flora's green eyes widened more, wishing she was much, much smaller. So small that Stella wouldn't notice her. Small as a little seed that could blow away out the window.

"You're so—so frustrating!" Stella’s voice rose to fill the room in a moment of uncontrolled anger. Flora staggered back like she had been slapped, sinking down to sit on the side of Stella's bed.

"Stella, I—" Flora's green eyes swelled with tears and she sniffed. "I was just wanting to…"

Stella loomed over her, hands still balled up. Slowly, though, they relaxed, and Stella quietly sat down next to Flora on the edge of her bed, short skirt sliding up her incredibly long legs, skin the color of fresh linen under a pink tinge of sunrise.

"I didn't mean—" Stella reached over and laid her hand on her friend's knee. She felt the deeply tanned skin under hand, warm and soft. She squeezed it, and Flora bit her bottom lip, searching her friend's face. "My night just sucks, okay? Brandon's not coming to the dance."

"Oh, Stella." Immediately Flora's own feelings were cast aside, as she was fully invested in her friend's.

"It's whatever." Stella irritatedly waved a dismissive hand. "Something came up. Specialist business. I don't want to talk about it. But I had the perfect outfit I've been dreaming up, and I was so excited and now I just… ugh."

"Stella, I'm so, so sorry your night's been ruined! I feel like it's all my fault. If there's anything I can do to make it right, let me know and I will." Fauna laid her hand over Stella's on her leg, fingers curling around it tightly. It made Stella pause, looking down at the hand and then up to meet her friend's green gaze.

"You really mean that?"

"Anything, I swear."

"Get up." Stella demanded, herself rising to her feet and smoothing out her little orange skirt that barely covered the svelte shape of her buttocks. Flora rose demurely in kind.

"I'm not going to that stupid party, but I'm not about to have my outfit wasted, either." Stella decided at once, lips painted a deep rose brown pushing together into a puckered purse as she considered. Her fingertip tapped those lips, and then she was walking back over to the door. A glance back over her slender shoulder at Flora, long mane of pale blond hair swaying. Flora watched with confused curiosity as Stella locked the door with a tumbling click.

"I want you to wear the outfit. Try it on for me, let me see what it would have looked like." Stella spoke as she stalked back across the room toward Flora. There was something predatory in her eyes.

"Can't you just… wear it yourself? I mean, the mirror is right there." Flora gestured to the full-length mirror near the cluttered mess of makeup and accessories that covered Stella's vanity.

Stella rolled her eyes. "Seriously? Linphea forgive you, fashion really isn't your forte, is it? Do I tell you how to garden, Flora? And you said you'd do anything, right?"

"…no. I mean, yes," Flora said sheepishly, and then gave a quick, curt nod. "Right, then. Dress-up time!" She fidgeted, pushing her light blonde bangs back, tucking their side sweeps in behind her ears. "What do you want me to try on?"

Stella's eyes swept across the room, and then she turned back to regard Flora, that gaze running up from her feet to her face. Stella stepped closer and lifted her hand, fingertips settling beneath Flora's chin. "Not dress up. I need a mannequin for tonight. Would you do that for me, Flora? Would you be my fashion doll?"

"O-Okay, I'll do that for you Stella, sure!" Flora smiled warmly, happy her friend didn't seem mad at her anymore. In fact, Stella seemed quite happy. There was a smolder of inspiration in her golden-brown eyes that always awoke something in Flora when she saw it.

"Good." There was a pause. "Now get naked."

"What?" Flora squeaked. It wasn't that they hadn't seen each other naked before, there were plenty of instances. And certainly saw almost everything when they transformed. Still, this felt different. There was a difference in being nude, and getting naked for someone. "Stella, I don't want—"

Suddenly, her friend reached out and grabbed Flora by her long, silky hair, the color of fresh, rich clay, and gave it a yank. Flora's head was wrenched back, a surprised cry escaping her plump pink lips.

"Dolls don't talk back," Stella growled. Softly spoken, but with a terrifying strength, it made Flora tremble. "Understand?"

"I do," Flora mewled, and the hand in her hair loosened their tight hold. "I just— I just thought I'd change in the bathroom or upstairs maybe?"

"Mmm… No. You won't. You'll change right here, in front of me, so I can make sure you do it right."

Flora didn't know how to respond. Her mouth was dry, her hands clammy. Stella was staring at her expectantly. Tentatively, she reached down to the stringy laces of her sandals.

"No," Stella interrupted her. Flora glanced up in confusion. "Top, to bottom." Flora felt a heat on her cheeks as she stood back up and quietly reached up into her hair, pulling out a few of the pink flowers nestled into it. Then, her hands swept under her hair to reach the clasp of the green choker snug around her neck, and undid it.

That meant her top was next, and Flora hesitated again, her arms crossed over her as hands fell to the high hem of her shirt that left all of her midriff bare, the light fabric accentuating her curves beneath. She stopped, and looked back for approval at Stella. She looked more regal than ever, as though the light of the stars were shining on their favorite blonde princess. Stella gave a slight little nod.

Flora didn't want to get hurt again, but more than that, she didn't want to disappoint Stella, so her hands swept up, peeling the shirt off. There was an exquisitely slow moment where she felt the stretchy fabric strain against her breasts, dragging upwards over them, pushing them high and against her ribs, before gravity won out and they fell free from the confines that she peeled off over her head, and pulled her hair through in one quick gesture.

The shirt fluttered to the ground beside her. Flora looked away. She was embarrassed, and knew Stella was openly staring at her.

"There you go, see? Dolls are better when they're doing what they're made for. And, just so we're clear, dolls aren't made for thinking. If I want any more ideas, I'll go ask someone with a brain."

Flora didn't want to look at Stella. Her face was on fire with embarrassment and kept turned away even as the taller, stacked Winx adored the rich creamy bronze breasts and their pink peaks. One of Stella's hands touched Flora's cheek, coaxing her to turn her head back to face her friend in front of her. A kind smile offered, thumb brushing against Flora's heated cheek.

"You don't have to be shy with me. This is what my doll was made for. It feels good to have a purpose. You should be proud." Flora felt Stella's other hand between them, nails dragging down past her navel. Her breath hitched, feeling Stella trace toward her hip and then find the little hidden zipper and undo it.

The skirt sagged, and fell into a pool around Flora's feet all at once. Stella made a show of slowly looking down between the closeness of their bodies, where Flora's bare breasts almost brushed against her own. "It looks like your panties are next."

Flora was going to faint. Her heart hammered into her chest as she reached for the frilly little panties she wore, thumbs hooking under the band and began to roll them down. Her hips rolled and shimmied as they rolled down her thin thighs. She had to squat down to get them the rest of the way off, bringing her face perilously close to Stella's rack. She was close enough to smell the perfume and see the individual fibers in the material that trained across her chest.

Flora dipped lower in the crouch, face now in front of Stella's hips, and peeled the little pair of underwear over her knees and quickly undoing the laces of her sandals and, with legs and ankles shaking, stepped out of them as she stood back up.

Flora kept looking forward, hoping that was enough to satisfy Stella who towered over her now without her platforms on, and wondered how long this would all take. Stella seemed intent on dragging it all out. Even now, Stella's heels clicked sharply as she strutted around Flora in an appraising circle, as one might inspect a piece of art. Then, Stella was leaning in toward Flora's shoulder, and gave a curious little sniff.

"Awful," Stella chided. "My doll is all stinky. Like it was rolling around in the dirt. I'll need to clean it and give it a good bath."

A bath? Getting naked was one thing, if it meant quickly getting dressed again, but a bath? And not just taking one — Stella said she was going to give her one. Flora gulped.

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Flora stood beside the tub, shifting nervously from foot to foot. She felt so awkward, waiting there in the nude. She crossed one arm across her breasts with a little shiver. She wondered if she was supposed to start the bath, but Stella had told her to wait, so she did.

Stella came into the bathroom after a moment, brow arching curiously to see Flora shifting about uneasily.

"Dolls don't move on their own, either. You stay where I leave you and don't move, or you're a broken doll and I put you in the trash." Stella sauntered up behind Flora, and gave her bottom a sudden smack. Stella's hand lingered on the firm cheek, feeling the skin grow hot from the impact. "You don't want that, do you?"

Flora's eyes widened, and she meekly shook her head.

"You can answer my questions." Stella's hand slipped away as she moved to an assortment of little bottles on a gold tray next to the tub. "A good doll listens," She said while splashing a mixture of bath oils and botanicals into the tub. The strong smells of vanilla, almond, cocoa and rose wafting upwards as a light pink foam bubbled from the effervescence.

"No, I don't want to be in the trash, Stella," Flora almost whined. She wanted to be in the bath, not the trash. The smell of it intoxicating. Did Stella intentionally choose her favorites?

"I didn't think so," Stella crouched beside the tub and turned on the water, her finger's lingering under the tap as it heated. She gave a sidelong glance back to Flora, noticing the goosebumps along the sun-kissed curves of her thighs and calves.

"And try to stop shivering — dolls don't get cold. I'll come back when the bath is ready." Stella rose, shaking the warm water from her fingers as she regarded Flora once more, smirked, and then left the bathroom.

Flora stood there, staring at the water in the bath slowly filling, steam wafting up from its pinkish water. She desperately wanted to be in it right now, to be warm. She took a deep breath and did her best to ignore how cold the tile floor was on her feet, how the air coming in through the open doorway brought a chill. She tried to focus on not feeling it, reminding herself that she was supposed to be a doll, and dolls didn't feel.

Stella didn't return until the water nearly filled the tub. She turned off the water and strode up behind Flora. Flora started to turn her head to see what she was doing but her hair was suddenly taken again in Stella's hand and yanked, stilling her. Stella then swept her hair up, scooping it off of her neck and clipping it atop her head.

"Alright, get in." Flora was quick to step into the water —quick to get away from Stella's closeness, the feel of her friend so close to her naked body made her shiver more than the cold had. She tried not to hiss at the sudden temperature change, and sank down into the luxuriant waters.

"Oh, this feels nice," Flora sighed.

"Quiet," Stella snapped. "This isn't for you. I don't want my doll filthy and covered in gross sweat and dirt. It will ruin my clothes." Flora immediately flushed again at the reprimand, and dropped her hands off the sides of the tub to limply rest in the water, swaying with their natural buoyancy.

"And somebody put that awful makeup all over her face. I'll make sure it's done so much better." Stella clucked disapprovingly as she settled down onto her knees and leaned in over the edge of the tub. She swept a small towelette through the water before bringing it up towards Flora's face.

"Close your eyes." Flora did so, sitting blind in the bath as she felt the makeup remover cloth sliding across her cheeks and over her eyelids, taking away the heavy purplish eye shadow Flora had worn. She felt the warm, wet fabric rubbing across her mouth as Stella wiped off her matte lipstick. Flora felt like it took too long, the way Stella's touches lingered on the plush shape of her mouth, tugging her lips, opening them, manipulating them with a sensual curiosity.

Flora kept her eyes closed, relying on the sounds and feeling of the shifting water, responding only to the guiding touches of Stella and having to react. Stella touched her arm and it was lifted up out of the water. A firm exfoliating sponge rubbing up the limb, paying special attention to getting the fresh garden soil out from beneath Flora's nails, and then repeated with the other arm.

Stella's hand dipped into the water, and fingertips lightly touched the inside of Flora's ankle. Flora tensed, knowing what she was supposed to do but not wanting to. There was a moment's hesitation before the doll lifted its leg, knee bending stiffly, and setting its foot on the edge of the tub.

Flora couldn't see Stella, but she knew her friend's eyes were still on her. She could feel how Stella must be seeing her, long leg hoisted up for her care, glistening with perfumed water and small suds sliding down her thigh. The upper swells of her breasts rising and falling against the lapping water with each slow, steadying breath. It made Flora excited, she realized. But she wanted more. Selfishly, she wanted the sponge that touched the delicate arch of her petite foot, calf, now onto her toned thigh to just go a little farther.

But it didn't. Stella's hand, for all its erotic rubbing and circling around erogenous skin, only went teasingly high on Flora's inner thighs before shifting onto her hips.

"Sit up higher." Stella's voice cut through Flora's mind, and she shifted upright. The warm water trickled down across her curves as they lifted out of the bath, and the cool air on her breasts caused them to tighten.

Stella's hand dragged the sponge over the top of the water, collecting fizzy pink suds that were then pulled up across Flora's back. She squeezed the sponge atop Flora's shoulder blades, letting out a curtain of water, and repeated. Flora kept her eyes closer, lingering in the lavish, doting care. It was a subtle shift that Flora didn't even notice at first as the spong moved across her sides and over the top of her shoulder, now squeezing across her collarbone and letting the warm water wash down across her breasts.

Sponge stroked along cleavage, dipping down between them, under them, and finally, gently, circled across Flora's breasts with loving care. Though, just as Flora started to really enjoy the fawning, it was gone.

"Alright doll, stand up. I'll get a towel." Flora felt against the edge of the tub, fingers curling around it and rose, rivulets coursing their way down her form. She felt Stella then, wrapping her hand, arm, rubbing her back and cupping her breasts through terry cloth fabric, down over her core, rear, and legs. When Stella's bare hands touched her, Flora felt like floating. This time, she was rubbing moisturizer across the still, quiet body that stood in her tub. The cream was worked into limbs, even slathered over her breasts. Stella seemed to admire Flora's curves, especially her ass as they squeezed and lingered there, then bare fingers slid around, down toward the apex of Flora's thighs.

Flora was so excited, was Stella… going to reward her? She had been a good doll so far, hadn't she?

"What is this?" Stella said with shock. Her fingers twisted, curling the soft hairs around her forefinger and then tugged at the patch.

"Oww!" Flora cried out, eyes snapping wide open. She knew she was supposed to be a good, quiet doll for Stella, but that stung.

"Gross. Have you ever heard of a doll that had hair on its pussy?"

Flora was shocked at the way Stella was talking. Shocked that she was touching her like this. Shocked that she had been so happy to let Stella do it to her.

"I asked my doll a question." Flora didn't have time to process it, realizing Stella was staring at her intently now, eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

"N-no…" Flora stammered.

"Must I do everything," Stella rubbed the bridge of her nose with a grimace. Flora immediately felt a knot in her stomach. Wasn't she supposed to be making Stella happy? What had she done wrong? She swallowed the lump in her throat as Stella turned away and pulled the drain on the tub, standing.

"Get out," she instructed and turned away, long blonde hair swishing behind her as she moved to the bathroom counter. "Sit on the edge."

Stella turned back to her, hips cocked as she inspected Flora's dripping body. She held a small pink bowl with a handle sticking out from within it. One foot lifted, and the toe of one platformed wedge tapped itself against the inside of Flora's knee. "Spread them."

Flora started to hyperventilate, fingers tightening where they lay against the white porcelain. Timidly, her legs opened under Stella's watch. Stella stepped closer, between Flora's feet, and crouched. Blood thundering again in Flora's ears. Stella, meanwhile, seemed nonplussed. She lifted the little bowl she held, and took out the brush with thick, soft bristles. It was covered in a heavy, scented lather that Stella brought in and started to dapple onto Flora's mons and labia.

The brush was rubbed in small circles, working the shaving cream in and making Flora moan, though she tried not to.

Stella slapped her leg. The sound of her hand hitting inner thigh bounced in the tiled room, and left a rosy glow on the tan skin.

"I told you quiet, trash." Flora tried to not even breathe, eyes stinging with unshed wetness as she watched Stella reach back behind her and take the razor off the countertop. The glint of it in the light made Flora tense and grow even more still. Methodically, Stella began shaving her, pulling the blade across the puffy, delicate skin. She rinsed after every few strokes and then took a towel and patted dry Flora's loins. Only then did Stella crack a smile, eyes lifting to watch Flora's face through a heavy veil of lashes as she ran her fingertips down across the now extremely smooth, naked lips and then drawing a single finger back up, gliding ever so slightly between them. Flora's body came alive, screaming for more, but she made not a sound.

"Mmm, that's more like a doll I would want to play with." Stella was pulling away, though, leaving Flora aching with want. "I think my doll is almost ready to be dressed. It's just," she vaguely gestured to Flora's whole face in contempt. "This needs work."

Stella tipped forward at the waist, voice honeyed and promising as she purred into Flora's ear. "I want my doll ready for me to paint on my bed, laying on its back, like I just took it out of its box." She pivoted back to standing, and turned to washing her hands.

"Go."

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Flora wanted to run as fast she could — away? To the bed? She wasn't sure. But she resisted, and instead stood stiffly, imagining how a mannequin might walk with its hard wooden joints, and she silently went back into Stella's room and laid down. She stared up at the gauzy drapes above the bed, decorated with sweet little stars and moons, and wondered how she ended up here.

Flora caught a glimpse of Stella's hair out of the corner of her eye, but kept looking at the ceiling, knowing it's what her friend would want. Stella was humming to herself, moving around the room, collecting things. She was then beside Flora, slipping out of her shoes and climbing onto the bed. The soft mattress shifted under Stella's knees as she crawled over and straddled Flora's unmoving, naked body.

Flora nearly died when her friend sat on top of her, feeling the pale skin of those lean legs against her own bare hips. Stella's short skirt now hiking up immodestly with her legs spread as they were. Flora was distinctly aware of the thin, flimsy fabric she felt against her abdomen, and the intense heat of Stella's sex through it.

Stella was still humming as she set a makeup kit next to Flora's head and opened it, removing powders, cream, and brushes. Primer, foundation, a glittery powder that made Flora look even more doll-like. After a heavy blush was given to the top of her cheeks and even a little across her nose, Stella sat back again, squinting. All the while, she talked.

"...I can't believe I had planned on Brandon getting lucky tonight. That's not happening, thankfully. Still, a little sad I'm not at the party. I was going to do a little bit of a sexy, slutty look, but elegant, you know? Very… me. I think blue eyeshadow will look good with my doll's complexion, and with the outfit I picked. Anyway, I was going to be the star of the show. Everyone was going to see me and lose their damn minds, thinking 'Wow, Stella, you're so hot'. And I do mean everyone. I bet even my friends would think that. Can you just imagine, your friends secretly staring at you, thinking about how sexy you were? Wanting to fuck you? Dreaming about being your little fucktoy and being played with?"

Stella's hips had begun to shift and twist, grinding herself atop Flora, but then she was sitting forward again, taking out a palette of eyeshadow before she sat back heavily, her toned ass pressing down on Flora's pelvis.

Stella leaned in over Flora then, and began to paint her doll. To steady herself, one hand landed on Flora's chest, casually falling to take hold of her breast. The blue eye shadow was a gradient from almost sparkling white to midnight at the edges. She then traced a thick amount of eyeliner with heavy wings, and followed with a white eyeliner pencil to exaggerate Flora's eyes, making them look even larger and doll-like. Lips were given a plumper, then an extra glossy lipstick of bright pink, blended lighter in the center and an extra line beneath to make them appear almost obscenely full.

"You are so lucky I am so good at what I do," Stella remarked, putting the makeup away.

"Now, sit up," Stella instructed. As Flora moved, Stella crawled on her knees up behind her and took her hair out of the clip that held it. Stella took it and focused. Flora felt the shimmering magic behind her, knowing Stella was changing it somehow, but not knowing in what way. Suddenly, the magic was gone, and fingers were gathering, parting her hair down the middle, gathering it and pulling it up into twin tails.

"There, now I think it's about time I get my doll dressed up," Stella kicked a leg off the bed and rose, hand falling to Flora's knee and pulling it. "On the edge of the bed now."

While Flora dragged herself to the edge of the bed and set her feet down onto the plush rug, Stella gathered a pile of garments, mostly in shades of pale creamy yellows and sequined blue, and walked back over to Flora, kneeling down onto the soft faux fur of the rug.

Stella cupped Flora's foot and lifted it off the floor, then took a long hose and rolled it up. Flora kept her leg still, hovering and outstretched. Sheer white stockings were slipped over pointed toes, then delicate ankle. Stella unrolled them, dragging the shimmering material, patterns of stars and moons in them, up over Flora's knees until the welt stretched around her tan thigh. Itself decorated in frilly lace and little blue moons and yellow suns.

After both were secured, high heels were put on her. They were tall and platformed. The wedges themselves were mostly clear, with motes of yellow floating in them, like stars.

"Stand up," Flora did quickly, used to wearing equally tall shoes, though standing before Stella in just stockings and heels gave her another rush, and Stella held up a little pair of silky yellow panties. "Can you imagine I was going to wear these tonight? I could put them on my doll, but," Stella's eyes raked salacious across her again. "I don't think dolls need to worry about modesty." She threw the discarded undergarment aside.

Instead, Stella put her in a garter belt, gossamer and lacy, stretching it around Flora's natural waist. It framed her navel, and Flora saw real stars when she felt Stella's fingers caressing skin, pulling the suspenders tight to attach the garters, and then let the suspenders snap to her thighs.

There was a matching bra; a little balconette that covered nothing, and only served to set her breasts up high on a lacy shelf, nipples left bare, like desserts to be sampled. Stella made a soft little appreciative sound, and couldn't help but grab one nipple and give it a firm tug. Her doll almost fell over.

The dress was last. It was a short party dress with wide, layered skirts that were short enough to give teasing glimpses of stockings' tops. The underlayer was a glinting blue, overlayed with the yellow flares of a sun motif that was sculpted up and molded around Flora's chest. When Stella started tightening it, yanking the laces hard and cinching it up Flora's back, she had to exhale sharply and remind herself that dolls didn't need to breathe.

"Does my doll want to see my hard work?"

"Yes." Stella’s hand came up and covered Flora’s eyes. The other took her hand, and pulled her. Flora knew what she wanted, and closed her eyes, feeling her lashes against the palm and fingers in front of them. She trusted Stella, walking blindly with her guidance.

"Open your eyes."

Flora stared into the full-length mirror in front of them. A doll stared back at her. It was unnerving. She didn't recognize herself. An alien sensation of being in someone else's body. Flora wasn't there. Instead was Stella's suggestively dressed doll, with wide green eyes and heavy kohl lining and hair that was — surprisingly — turned blue with an ombre fade to yellow tips, pulled up high in twin tails.

It was nothing Flora would have ever done to herself, but that was the point. This was Stella's design. She was Stella's design. Her heart fluttered, and her eyes shifted in the mirror from herself to Stella standing tall behind her, a finger in her mouth as she bit the nail and fingertip between perfect teeth, her own eyes soft and loving as she took in the vision of her creation.

As soon as Stella noticed Flora watching her in the mirror, the hand dropped from her mouth and snapped. "Alright, over there, doll. Face the room."

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The evening slipped on, and Flora still stood patiently. Occasionally, she had to tell herself her feet didn't hurt, and dolls didn't feel. Thankfully, Stella repositioned her on occasion, as she took to cleaning her room, picking up clothes and folding them. Sometimes, Stella hummed a catchy tune that Flora wished she knew, but was just happy to hear it. Other times, Stella talked to herself, venting about their friends, her relationship. There was trouble in paradise — how had Flora never realized? Because Stella didn't tell anyone; her doll just happened to hear. It seemed like maybe Flora didn’t really know Stella at all, nor how deep the space between the stars really was.

There was a knock at the door. Flora saw Stella tense. She shot Flora a worried look and then put on a mask, confidently moving to the door. Flora had never seen that before. She'd seen the mask; all the time. But she'd never seen the change. She thought the painted mask she wore right now made it hard to see her real self, but Stella wore one every day. Did even Stella know who the real Stella was, underneath it all?

Stella stood at the door, gathering herself. She straightened her spine, lifted her chin, and put on a fake smile. She unlocked and opened the door.

"Oh, Musa. What's up?" Stella casually leaned on the door frame, holding the door with her other hand.

"Hey, Stella, we were just wondering where you were. Aren't you coming down to the dance?"

"No, I think I'm just going to stay here tonight. I'd be going solo, which is such a drag, and besides, I have a design to finish."

Musa leaned in, glancing around curiously. "Wow, you sure? I mean, you love dances!"

"When inspiration strikes, you've got to go with it! Like with music, right Musa?"

"Oh— Wow, Stella, is that what you've been designing?" Musa stared at Flora standing in the corner, a perfectly dressed up mannequin in a blue and yellow dress, glittering like a thousand suns and moons.

"Do you like it?" Stella said nonchalantly, keeping herself interposed in the doorway.

"I mean, it's hot, Stella, yeah. Definitely you." Musa nodded, and Flora felt a swell of confidence.

"Thank you so much! Maybe I can show it off at the next dance, but I really should—"

"Oh, hey— Have you seen Flora? I was going to try and find her, too."

"She came by earlier, but she's not here anymore, Musa. Good luck finding her!" Musa opened her mouth to say something else, but Stella had already closed the door in her face.

Stella rolled and pressed her back to the wall, running a hand up through her hair with sigh before letting out a relieved laugh and locking the door again. Golden eyes glimmered as they looked over at Flora, still standing perfectly stiff. Stella pushed away from the wall and came closer with a little sashay to her hips. The way she moved gave Flora a pang of desire that shot through her, straight to her clit.

"You thought she was going to see Flora, didn't you?"

"Yes," Flora admitted.

"But she didn't. Flora's not here, just my doll. Aren't you glad?"

"Yes," Flora admitted again.

"Me too," Stella admitted, arms folding under her breasts, pressing them upward under Flora's eyes. "I feel like I can actually be myself when no one's around to judge me; judge what I wear, judge what I do, judge how I act, judge what I eat, judge who I want be with…" Stella closed the final distance between them, lifting her fingertips to place them against the plump, glossy petals of Flora's lips. The mouth opened on a will of its own, letting Stella see her pearly white teeth and the tip of her pink tongue.

"Judge what I want to do to them…" Two of Stella's fingers pushed past, into Flora's mouth. They pressed in, feeling the texture of Flora's tongue. Deeper. Flora's eyes widened as she felt nails at the back of her throat. She started to gag, body seizing, throat tightening. She took a hard, shaky breath in through her nose. Stella fucked Flora's mouth with her two fingers, making a straight line of drool fall off that perfect, almost fake-looking bottom lip and dribble down her chin.

Flora's eyes were already watering when a third finger joined its sisters, bringing another wet choking sound out of the doll. She tried to blink away fresh tears, but it was not enough as they streaked down through fresh massacre. Even so, she was captivated by the honey-colored eyes that stared at the lewd work being done to her mouth.

"My friends say they'd accept me no matter what, but do you think that's really true?" Stella pulled her fingers free so her doll could talk, but Flora could only gasp and sputter, chin slick with saliva and more spittle having fallen onto the tops of her breasts; cleavage now glistening wetly.

Flora wasn't sure what she was supposed to say. Was she supposed to be honest? Lie? Did Stella want to know what Flora thought, or her doll? Flora wished she knew what Stella wanted to hear, so she could give it to her. For now, the best she could give was the truth.

"I would." Flora watched as Stella swayed with the words like she had been punched. There was a little sneer at the corner of her sharply bowed upper lip; a look of repulsion and doubt.

"You would, wouldn't you?" Stella seemed to weigh what Flora said, lips pushing together then in a pucker. There was a hurt anger then in them, but not from Flora, nor directed at her. When Stella spoke again, it was from a place Flora rarely heard—a place of vulnerability.

"I wish I could—It's hard having all the radiance of the sun, but never getting to let yourself shine too brightly… If you do, you'll blind those closest to you. So you have to make yourself dim, Stella, and dull, Stella, because everyone else is too weak to see the real you." The vitriol and anguish in Stella came out with a single tear, perfect and glittering as it cut its way down one flawless, angelic cheek.

"I need—" Stella caught the word, almost wincing at the earnestness of it. 

"I want," she stressed the word change, "you to kiss me now."

Stella didn't want to just kiss her, but she wanted Flora to do it? To initiate it? By now, Flora was happy to do anything for Stella. She would blind herself with a thousand suns if it meant kissing her.

Whimpered excitement and relief came out as Flora shuffled forward and tipped her head up toward Stella's, taking the lips she had stared at all night with her own. Flora imagined it would be a romantic, soft kiss of fairy tale love, or the torrid twist of tongues like roiling snakes, but it was neither. Stella's lips were hard, and barely responsive.

Stella pulled away, and only then let her tongue slide out to taste Flora's taste on them. "You've been good doll for me tonight, but I'm not done using you yet, okay?" Flora nodded stiffly with two sharp nods. "Lift up your skirts and show me your pussy."

Flora obliged, fingers curling and clawing at the puffed out skirt, rucking it up around her thin waist until she fully revealed garter-clad thighs, and her sex, bare and throbbing with a need she'd had since the bath. Her feet slid apart to give a more scandalous view.

Stella looked at the puffy, dark bronze skin of her exposed vulva, and reached in to cup it. Flora could still feel the cooled dampness from her mouth still on Stella's fingers as they squeezed. 

"First, doll, I am going to make you come. I'm going to make you come harder than you ever have in your little life–because I want to know that I can." Flora fought the incredible urge to push her hips against the hand, or whine, or beg.

Stella rewarded her by sliding her fingertips upward, opening Flora's folds like a butterfly's wings; they swept along her wet slit and then up onto her clit. When she found it, Stella bit her bottom lip and pressed, rubbing hard against it before speaking again.

"And then," there was a little pause of consideration. "Since you've shown me what a hungry little tongue my doll has, I'm going to sit on that stupid slutty face of yours and ride it until you show your gratitude, do you understand?"

"Yes," Flora moaned.

Stella had continued to draw tiny, furious little circles around the bundle of nerves. Flora quaked and lurched as a kaleidoscope of sensations shot through her. She wasn't sure if it was an orgasm, but it was a massive release to finally being touched. Before she could settle, Stella surprised her by shoving two fingers down and into her cunt. "Now isn't that nice? Aren't I a good fuck?"

"Yes, ahh… please." Flora was more than ready, and the slick sounds of Stella's fingers violating her lewdly filled her ears. Her body was ready to be Stella's instrument. Whatever she wanted, her doll was ready.

"Don't I treat you well? I take care of my toys," Stella then lifted her other hand, licking her fingers before dropping them to join the hand that worked to turn Flora into a slopping mess. Fingers found her clit against, catching it between two fingertips as the pads rubbed around it.

"Yesss, ah! You treat me so good!" Flora wailed and knees trembled. It felt so good, but Stella was not a gentle lover, and after that torturous wait it was now overwhelming her. "Fuck! Ah, too much!" Stella ignored her, hands together wrecking Flora's mind.

"Too much!" Flora said again as her body hitched and moved. She really was a doll, then, pulled by invisible strings like a marionette as she bucked and twisted under Stella's unrelenting ministrations. She wanted to fall against Stella, to be held as the overwhelming surge of pleasure washed over her, but Stella drove her back by her sex, pushing Flora's hips into the wall, pinning her there.

Stella glared with fierce determination. Flora didn't get to have the pleasure wash over her. She was shoved off the top of an overstimulated waterfall, forced to tumble headfirst into an orgasm that was backbreaking in its intensity. She screamed and tried to squeeze her legs together, but Stella had none of it. She didn't stop until her toy was broken, sliding down the wall with relief when legs could no longer hold her up.

Legs bent askew at odd angles, Flora was struggling to find her sanity, pain and pleasure all blending together into a hot, molten sensation that twisted in her core.

"I told you I would make you come harder than you ever had," Stella said victoriously. "Now pull yourself together and make yourself ready for me."

Flora didn't trust herself to walk yet. She crawled across Stella's room to the bed, and pulled herself up onto it, sitting. As she did, she got to watch Stella taking off her shoes, then kick away her panties and skirt. Flora swallowed, suddenly excited at what was to come, no longer dwelling on what had happened. She stiffly pushed herself back, bottom scooting across the bed before letting herself fall back into it.

Stella joined her, bed shifting as she was moving over Flora. Her knee swung quickly over Flora, but she did not straddle her ribs like earlier in the night. Instead, Flora felt the soft skin Stella's leg brushing against cheek, she felt the heat of arousal and the dance of muscles in thighs. She felt Stella settle in to fuck her doll's dutiful tongue.

Flora knew all the sweetest nectars and most aromatic flowers, but none compared to Stella's cunt that had mounted her, now pressing down against her face. Flora lapped at it with a ravenous appetite. Throughout, Stella was quiet, and tense. One hand fell to take Flora's hair and drive her hips in, grinding Flora's nose against her clit.

Stella sat on her like she was a throne. Had Flora even wanted to resist, she was pinned and held tight while Stella bucked with urgent, needy little rocks. It went on like that, Flora's hot little breaths puffing out as Stella rode her until on one rock, Flora's tongue managed to catch Stella's clit, and she felt the hand in her hair twist, keeping her there firmly. Tongue lavished it with attention, and then swollen lips sucked on it.

Stella orgasmed. It was silent, but hard. Flora felt those thighs squeezing, nails scraping over her scalp; the body atop her suddenly still. She didn't even breathe for a heavy movement.

Slowly, Flora felt the taut thighs relax, still twitching. The hand in her hair loosened. Stella slid forward, and off Flora's face silently. Uneasily, she crawled away to the far edge of the bed, as though to put as much distance between them as possible, before laying down.

Flora laid unmoving, gulping for air and terribly confused. Had she done it wrong? Had it not been good enough? She wanted it to feel like she had felt. She turned her head to look at Stella, so far across the bed.

"Go away, Flora." Stella rolled away on to her side, taking one of the overstuffed pillows on the bed to curl up around. Flora's eyes lingered on the shape of Stella's spine, then the way her hips and waist rolled like the hills and valleys of her home, her fine flaxen hair like waterfalls.

"Stella, I—" Flora fidgeted, turning away and looking at her clothes neatly folded and waiting, and down at the body of the doll she had been made into. She was a hot mess with ruined, streaky massacre, sweaty, her jaw still smeared with Stella's wetness. "Will we do this again?"

"Are you stupid? I said to leave me alone." Stella's voice was cold and disinterested. "You don't want to be near me. You fly too close to the sun, and it will burn off your wings," she said bitterly without turning to face Flora, as though she blamed Flora for the night. But Flora had seen the cracks in that mask. Stella had shown her doll what was under it, even if she wouldn't ever show her friend.

"Then," Flora considered before carefully responding, "I guess I'd just have to grow a giant beanstalk and climb to it. And even if it blinded me, I'd be happy feeling its warmth on my face again."

Flora sat there for a long moment, but there was no response. Finally, she moved to stand.

Something caught Flora's wrist, and she looked down to see Stella's hand gripping it. Stella kept her back to her, arm extended out behind her.

"…Stay… please?" The question was tiny, full of doubt, fear, and self-loathing.

"Because you need a doll to hold?" Flora tried not to sound resentful, but she was hurt that Stella wouldn't seem to ever let anyone in.

"You, Flora. Because I need you."

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Stella woke up with the warm sun on her, basking in its brilliance as a languid, sleepy smile filled her face. Her body felt refreshed as she stretched out her long legs under the sheets and curled her toes all at once. She didn't know the last time she slept so deeply. Not a nightmare, not even a bad dream.

She threw off the sheet and swung her legs out and groggily sat up, already able to tell her hair was going to need serious work. It was always a mess after…

…after…

…Stella slowly turned her head until her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a slender tawny brown calf and delicate foot tangled among the sheets. She snapped her eyes away as a sudden tightness choked her throat.

No. No, she couldn't— she didn't—

Stella was pushing herself off the bed now, half-stumbling as she fled into the bathroom. She didn't dare look back as she heard the figure stirring, aware now of her absence.

Stella closed the bathroom door before she let herself breathe. Sharp, quick little breaths. She splashed water onto her face in the sink, but it wouldn't wake her up from this. It wouldn't wash off the filth she felt now. A dark, greasy filth that crawled its way up out of her.

Lifting her eyes then to the mirror, Stella met the gaze of the cruel monster that watched her in the reflection, twisted and ugly. It knew what she was. Revolting. Others may have seen Stella, but the power of solar light revealed the truth, and it was hideous. She threw up her hand, channeling her magic to bend the light away from it and a black eclipse blotted out the mirror even as bile burned its way into her throat.

She was over the toilet then, retching out nothing but regret with dry heaves.

Shakily, she stood, wiping her mouth as she turned and stared at the empty tub. Everything was a reminder. Stella took a few steps back until she bumped into the bathroom door, trapped. Her knees buckled, and she slid down it until she sat on the tile. Knees now pressing to her chest, she folded into the corner and sobbed.

One hand fisted her hair until her scalp burned, knowing if she was going to cry she must deserve it. When she could see through the sting of her tears again, her trembling legs parted and she looked down between them. High up along the inside of her thigh, hidden by even her shortest of skirts, dozens of dark lines lay stacked atop one another, some more faded than others, but each with its own mocking memory.

She never wanted to hurt, but she deserved it. It centered her. It reminded her she would never be good enough. She thought of all the things the girls had said to her growing up. Was it bullying if they were right? They had always been right.

She focused, drawing the light around her into a small, hard disk of razor-sharp energy. It was warm between her fingers as she brought her hand down and set it against her trembling skin. She exhaled. Soon, she'd be numb again. Soon she'd have her mask again. Soon she'd put the monster back in its cage and focus on shallow things that helped her escape.

But first, the light had to reveal the truth.

The light brought clarity.

She pressed it more firmly to her thigh, causing the yielding flesh to dimple, but something moved in the corner of her vision, halting her. She glanced down beside her where tendrils teased their way in from under the door; creeping green vines spreading out over the bathroom tile and then twisting upwards, and unfurling.

A yellow flower bloomed like a star.

Stella forgot about blade she held.

She forgot about the darkness inside of her.

She thought of Flora, and it gave her pause.