"Parker, what did you get into?" Ryan asked as the pink ballerina rushed to him, gracefully and gleefully putting one foot before the other, a not very well hidden smile across her face.
She replied with a barely audible whisper in his left ear, "Play with me . . . owner." Parker ran back to the center of the room in ballet steps. Then she froze place, her legs in a wide stance and body leaning over slightly. She stayed frozen, glittering eyes waiting for Ryan, but her boyfriend scratched his head at his Parker's bizarre behavior.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"She wants to play, dummy." Emily said. She jumped up and walked to Parker, "Doll, I want you to dance." Emily said. Parker straightened and leaped in the air, stretching her thin legs to their limits, and then landed again with only a padded whisper. She hopped en point and twirled, getting her lithe body moving faster and faster. Then the moment passed and Parker returned to her demure posture. Her mouth twitched a little as she fought back a brimming smile. Her eyes glittered in Ryan's direction. Emily sighed, "Doll, go play with your owner."
Parker hopped up on her toes and quickly danced to the red chair, dramatically falling into Ryan's lap. She wrapped her slim arms around his neck and waited with a begging quiver for him to play. "Doll, um, what's your name?"
"I don't know. You haven't named me yet, owner." Parker said. She had finally managed to control her smile and looked in his blue eyes with a blank face.
"Well. How would you like to be called Dolly?" He said. Emily rolled her eyes and turned back to the jester doll. But when she looked she saw the green jester wasn't there anymore, and the only hint of her existence was a black cord swaying back and forth in the open. Emily spun around and frantically searched for the jester, and saw her bright eyes peeking from behind the door to the closet. It may have been a good hiding spot, apart from her giant hat that revealed her position.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Emily said, running to the door. The jester ducked inside and hid herself again by the time Emily got to the closet. Like Parker, the choice of cute costume took her aback. She noticed Jester's curly slippers and green legs behind the left rack, and decided to turn her attention to the other side of the room. Emily kept one eye on the costumes, staying on guard for something just her size, while also watching the jester doll. The toy didn't take well to being ignored and snuck up close to Emily, who pretended to be more interested in a Dutch maiden's costume than the harlequin behind her.
The jester, though, was undeterred, and she stood on Emily's right side while also tapping on her left shoulder. The girl played along to the high school prank for the toy's sake, feigning surprise that the clown was on her other side.
"Oh, so now you want to play." Emily said, turning back to the toy, who happily nodded. The girl held up the dress she was most interested in; a red corseted dress with shiny white sleeves and long white skirt that also included a giant red bow. "Should I dress the part?"
Jester looked at the dress and somehow wrinkled her wooden nose, then pulled on Emily by the wrist and took her deeper into the closet, where she picked up a conical jester cap. It was snow white with red diamonds stitched onto it, and was topped off by a large red pom and bell. The jester jangled the cap in front of Emily.
"OK. I'll play along." Emily took the fool's cap and put it on her head. Jester was quick to pull out the rest of the costume, and handed it to Emily. "All of it?" The girl asked. The jester bobbed her head, setting her jester hat jingling. "If you insist," she said, and she started to put the costume on.
Her jester tunic was shiny red and white, and followed the curve of her body nicely. It included a many-pointed collar and many bells around it. It's attached skirt was airy and cut into pointed tassels like her collar. She slipped into red and white tights with stripes that banded down her thin legs.
The green jester looked at her partner carefully as Emily pulled her own curly slippers on her feet. She wiggled her toes and the little bell little bell at the end of the curly toe jingled. Such a simple thing, but it made her laugh.
Emily jumped up and turned to her partner. "What do you think?"
"Wonderful!" The jester cried with a clap.
"Wait . . . you can talk?"
"Sure. Can't you?" The jester doll gave Emily a questioning look.
"Why didn't you say anything before?"
"I didn't have nothing to say before."
"Fair enough. I'm Emily." She said, holding out her hand.
"My name's Calliope. And you're not Emily tonight. Tonight," the jester said, "you're Jewel, my twin sister and fellow jester."
Dolly's movements were exact, stopping at perfect angles and flowing into the next step. She danced the tips of her golden slippers as if she had been programmed. She smiled broadly, and her heart burst every time her owner commanded her to do something. Right now he asked her to stand completely still near the gypsy doll. He walked around her and stroked his fingers along her back.
Ryan took Dolly's arm a little roughly and pulled it into the air, arcing it in a ballet-like position. He was more delicate as he rubbed his hand down Dolly's leg and placed her foot en pointe, gracefully moving across her other leg. As he stood back up, he rubbed his hands along Dolly's legs and ass, up past her slender curved frame, playing with her smallish breasts. He wrapped his strong arms around Dolly and picked her up. The doll's past life as a ballerina allowed her to easily hold the position her owner had put her in.
She remained rigid as he moved her a few feet and set her down again. Ryan moved her face so she could see deep into the eyes of her owner. Dolly loved those eyes so much, but yet couldn't rid herself of the doubt that her owner had any clue how to play with her. Yet his brown eyes were so deep that the doll didn't care; she stepped up on her toes and kissed her owner. He was eager to return her love, and the doll and her owner tangled themselves in each other's arms.
In the moment of passion, Ryan's hand started to obey his more base desires. His hand crept to her hair she had pulled up so neatly. His fingers wrapped themselves up in her blonde hair, and pulled on the strands. He pulled gently, at first, and when she stayed quiet and obedient, he pulled harder. Even then, she stayed quiet. Though somewhere in his mind, Ryan knew his doll didn't like this, he twisted her golden hair, until finally. . .
"OWW!" Parker pushed her Ryan away. All pretenses that she was a toy vanished and she rubbed her sore head. Her perfectly groomed hair was now ragged and tattered, and Ryan thought she was a bit hotter for it. "What were you thinking?" She asked.
"Well, I was . . . I mean, you were pretending to be a toy." Parker looked at him incredulously as she tried to straighten out her hair.
"Treat. Your. Toys. Nicely." She said, slugging his shoulder between her every word. She turned around and walked over to where Coppelia was sitting. Parker sat down next to the chair, in a strangely doll sort of way, with her legs scissoring away from each other. Ryan sat down on a stand next to the gypsy doll and the room fell into silence just like it would have been if the two weren't there at all.
Parker looked at Coppellia with weary eyes. The blue dressed doll was so demure and pure, and completely still. Parker propped herself on her knees and laid her head on the doll's lap.
"Why won't you move, Coppelia? I came back here just for you." But the ballerina doll made no motion or sign that she was anything but wood.
A burst of energy and noise broke the peace of the room. Parker turned and saw the jester doll giggling through the room, slipping and sliding on curly toed slippers. Emily, dressed in a twin costume, was right behind her, chasing after something held in the wooden toy's hand.
Ryan glared at the pair, but said nothing, leaving it up to Parker to remind the pair that the house was not theirs.
"What are you doing?" Parker hissed, "I don't want to get caught here." The jesters ceased their chasing, but not their giggling.
The jester toy pointed at Emily. "She's it."
Parker turned to her best friend with a token of disbelief. "Emily, what are you doing? I count on you to be responsible."
The human jester laughed and skipped forward with an innocent grin. "Emily is responsible. But tonight, I'm Jewel. And you're . . ." She tapped Parker on the nose ". . . it."
The twin clowns laughed again and both sped from the room and into the hallway.
"Oh, no," Parker muttered as she followed the harlequins, not out of play, but to make sure they didn't break or wake anything. Ryan, too, jumped up, but a delicate hand held him back. The touch startled Ryan and he turned around to see the gypsy doll smiling at him with seductive lips.
"Please stay so we can play." She pulled her smooth wooden body close to his and wrapped Ryan up with her arms and legs. The gypsy started to sway and dance like fire, stepping lightly around him and keeping her body rubbing against his. She tamed her tambourine against her hand. As she continued her dance, Ryan started to wonder who was really playing with whom.
Then her body began to slow down, her fiery dance dying out and her body losing its passionate energy, until she froze entirely on an unbalanced foot. The gypsy's stayed in place for just a moment before her wooden frame succumbed to gravity. She fell to the floor with no spark of life left in her. Even her smile and bright eyes seemed to dim.
"Umm, are you OK, doll?" Ryan bent down to inspect her, but the only thing out of the ordinary was the small hole made in the center of her back. He started to look closer, but movement and a voice interrupted him.
"She simply needs to be wound once more, nothing more, Senor." The flamenco dancer stepped off her pedestal and held out her hand to be kissed. "But really, why would you. I am a better toy than she. And much better than the ballerina." Ryan stood up and took the toy by the hand, interested to see the way this toy would play. The flamenco gripped his hand and pulled him so close to her body that no light could slip through. The pair stared into each other's eyes for a long moment, and then the dancer gripped Ryan and swiftly led him down the room, leading him in a sexy tango.
He had no clue to dance, but felt the steps seep into his mind in an indescribable way, and he was soon able to keep pace with the doll that presumably spent her life dancing. Once again, Ryan got the feeling that he was the one being played with; a feeling magnified by the way the flamenco dancer forcefully led him round the room. It was an unsettling feeling and Ryan tired of it. He pulled away from his partner and before the doll could look at him to wonder why, he commanded:
"Doll, stop. I play with you, not the other way around." The dancer froze suddenly, and kept still apart from a growing smile. "We're going to play make believe." Ryan said. The sexy red dancer and her Gypsy partner had sparked a dead imagination, and Ryan intended to use it.
But his plan was once again interrupted when all the dolls in the room, the flamenco and gypsy included, collectively inhaled. Ryan saw from across the room Coppelia put down her book and slip from the room on majestic ballet steps.