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Kiku
by Dudester (hawkjet@hotmail.com)
***
I saw a detailed review of a movie where a man buys a
sex doll and apparently he's the only one who can hear
her speak. I think this is chicken-shit on Hollywood's
part. Heeding a parent's advice: "If you think you can
do better." Well, I think I can and here's my run at
it. My story is about a man who buys a sex doll and
finds she is quite amazing and so does everyone else
who meets her. (M/F-sex-doll, ped, v, rom, asian)
***
Dave Hartman grew tense as he saw the UPS truck pull
up. The middle aged receiving parts manager had placed
the order nearly three weeks ago. He had taken a two
hour lunch break from work to get the package. He
hoped, prayed, and wished, that the UPS man would not
start a conversation about what was in the large box he
was receiving today. Dave had saved for two years to
get the high priced item and the last thing he wanted
was to talk to someone about what was inside the box.
The UPS man stepped into the back of the truck and
opened the rear doors. Dave went outside to meet him.
Dave was grateful, but not entirely relieved, when the
UPS man acknowledged his presence, then professionally
and carefully took the five foot, five inch, by three
foot box from the rear of the truck and carefully
placed it on a hand truck.
"Where do you want it?" the UPS man asked.
Dave pointed to his open doorway. The UPS man wheeled
the box inside and placed it just inside the doorway.
The UPS man handed Dave a clipboard and Dave signed for
the box. The UPS man then headed back to his truck and
left without further conversation. Dave sighed in
relief and hurried indoors.
He closed his front door and examined the box. He then
took a box cutter from his pocket and started a careful
incision of the box. He cut away one entire side of the
box and peeled away the cardboard to reveal a green box
that closely resembled a trunk. The removed the green
box from the cardboard, then examined the bill of ladle
taped to the box. The bill of ladle had his
information, along with a pricing inventory of the
box's contents and instructions for complaints/damaged
goods. That done, he examined the latches along the
seam of the green box. Nervously, he opened the four
latches and opened the box.
She stood five foot one, with perfect brown hair, and a
doll like face that actually looked more human than any
doll he'd ever seen. She was dressed in a mid thigh
length pink dress. She had been advertised as
anatomically correct, lifelike, and with a price tag of
seven thousand dollars, but Dave had sprung for the
deluxe package-which had the tag line, "her insides are
warm". Dave looked over his shoulder to make sure that
no one was looking, then he lifted the hem of the
dress.
She had a red velvet thong on. Dave pulled the thong
down and looked at the hairless pubic area of the doll.
It looked like the real thing. He felt the slit with
his middle finger, then found her opening. He forced
his finger in the tiny opening and found that not only
was it warm, but slightly moist too. He grew excited
and checked his watch. It was forty minutes until he
was due back at work, and it was a twenty minute drive.
He closed up the green box and placed it in his
"secure" closet, which he locked with a deadbolt. He
locked up his house and headed back to work, but not
before stopping for a sandwich on the way.
The next four hours at work seemed to be an eternity.
Dave couldn't wait until he got home to play with his
new toy. When five o'clock finally came around, Dave
hurried from work to his home. Once there, he took the
box once again from his closet. He paused for a moment
to close his window shades, then returned to the box.
He carefully took her from the box and sat her on the
couch.
He marveled at the craftsmanship. He had sent in
pictures of what he wanted. Although she somewhat
resembled Miley Cyrus, she was taken from pictures of a
preteen model named Sandra, when Sandra was twelve
years old. Fortunately, he had the full series of nude
shots of her taken at that age, full frontal, side, and
back. A moment later, he started undressing her,
savoring the moment. He especially enjoyed taking off
the maiden-form bra, designed to hold in the precious A
cup puffs of flesh. A moment later, he had the thong
off too.
He then stepped back to admire the doll again. The
maker had made her breasts with the light beige puffy
nipples. He especially enjoyed that feature of her. He
looked between her legs. Kneeling before her, he spread
her legs and leaned her back as he placed his face up
against her preteen like pudenten. He licked her outer
folds, then pushed his tongue against her opening. Like
it had been earlier in the day, it was warm to the
touch. He licked her for a moment, then opened his
pants.
He paused. He was ready to deflower his doll, but
somehow, it didn't feel right. He looked her over for a
long moment, then closed his pants and dressed the
doll. He then lifted the doll and took her to his
bedroom. He sat her on an ottoman next to the bed and
went out.
***
The Doll House was jumping. Destiny greeted him at the
door. His regular for the past three years, Destiny
worked as a waitress/dancer. For certain customers, she
would put away the change belt and carrying tray for a
little while. She gave him a kiss and they hurried to
her little cubby. Inside the cubby, she locked the
door, then allowed him to undress her. Two minutes
later she was fully nude and lay back on the small
couch. He placed his head between her legs and
proceeded to eat her out.
Destiny especially enjoyed his skill at eating pussy.
Dave was the only customer that did that. Dave knew how
to get her excited and in minutes had her on the road
to orgasmic bliss. After her first orgasm, Dave mounted
and entered her. Inside of a minute, he shot his load
in her, catching both of them by surprise.
"Rough day at work?" she asked.
"Something like that" he answered.
"I won't charge you extra if you want to continue."
Dave smiled and resumed humping her.
A half hour later, when they had finished, Destiny took
a wipe from her purse and cleaned herself. Dave was the
only customer she let go without a condom.
"So, rough day?" she asked as she continued to clean.
"Actually, I saw someone like you. It got me excited"
he lied.
"Awww, that's sweet," she said as she paused to kiss
him.
"So, how's school?" he asked.
"Three semesters, and I'm finished," she answered.
"What about a boyfriend?"
"You are my boyfriend."
"Not really."
"A girl has to make a living, you know."
"I think you enjoy the work."
"Dave, I'm a mess. You don't want me."
He stood and gave her a kiss, then handed her her fee.
Dave stopped for some take out on the way home. Taking
it home, he gobbled it down while watching the local 9
p.m. news. Afterwards, he read two chapters of a
thriller he was reading, then turned in.
***
She came to him in his dreams. He never saw her face,
but she climbed on his back and began kneading his
flesh, distressing the muscles and tendons underneath.
Expertly, she worked down his spine, eventually coming
to his glutes. Lovingly, she worked his glutes, making
tiny circles. Eventually, she worked his thighs and
calves. When she reached his ankles she whispered "turn
over".
He rolled onto his back. A moment later, he felt his
dick enter a warm wet cavity. He never felt so aroused,
but the feeling was all too brief. She rearranged her
body, then positioned herself above him. She lowered
herself gently, slowly taking his dick into her all too
small vagina. When her tiny pussy was filled to
capacity, she began pumping him. He felt her tiny hands
on his chest as she balanced herself to work her hips
on him.
He quickly reached the point of no return, emptying his
seed into her. He tried looking up, but she seemed to
vaporize into the night.
***
Morning seemed to come too early. The alarm woke him
from a deep sleep. As he struggled to find a reason to
rise, he reminded himself that it was Friday morning
and he only had to survive eight meaningless hours at
work. He sat up and looked at his new purchase, still
sitting on the ottoman.
Getting up to start his day, he paused briefly in front
of her and kissed her forehead. He made a mental note
to shop for some lingerie on the way home. He gently
touched her head, then started his morning routine.
***
That evening, Friday evening, when he got home he had
the lingerie. He went to the kitchen first and made his
dinner. After dinner, he went to his bedroom with the
lingerie. He dressed the doll in the lingerie, and once
again admired the craftsmanship of the doll maker. He
smiled and lifted the doll, taking her to the living
room.
He popped one of his favorite war movies in the DVD
player, then sat next to the doll. He put his arm
around her, as if she was a movie date, and started
watching the movie. Twenty minutes later, his arm
started going numb, so he placed the doll in his easy
chair, and he lay on the couch to finish the movie.
Three hours later, the movie finished. As he stood up
to leave the room, he thought he saw a smile on the
doll's face. He smiled and went to his bedroom where he
turned in for the night.
***
She came to him again in his dreams. In his dream, he
was laying on a couch watching a movie.
"Can I join you on the couch?" the little girl asked.
"Is it ok with your father?" he asked.
"He's asleep, I don't think he'd mind" she answered.
He shifted, and she backed into him, spooning up
against his body. He could smell the freshness of her
hair, and this was arousing to him. He placed his right
hand on her shoulder. Her softness was pleasing. He
slid his hand down and started caressing her arm.
She placed her left hand on his hand and guided the arm
down her body to her hips. She pushed his hand just
past the hem of her nighty, then pulled his hand back
up so that the fabric of her nighty was pulled up above
her hips. By touching her bare skin he could tell she
wasn't wearing any panties.
Her hand left his hand and went behind her body to
reach into his underwear. She found his member, now
stiff, and guided it between her legs. As his member
entered her, she let go with her hand, and pushed her
hips into him. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders
and pushed her into him.
The love making between them was slow and gentle. He
could hear her gently mewing. He increased his speed
and delivered his load into her.
They laid together for several moments as their
breathing returned to normal. She pulled his arm to her
lips and gently kissed him several times. Then she
disengaged from him and disappeared into the ethers of
dreamland.
***
He woke up feeling exhausted. He got up and relieved
himself in the bathroom, then returned to his bed. The
light of dawn came through the windows. He closed his
eyes and drifted back into the bliss of sleep.
He woke up three hours later feeling better. He rose
and went into the kitchen. He placed bacon in his
frying pan. As it began to fry, he went into the living
room. He retrieved the doll and sat her at one end of
his kitchen table. He returned to cooking and put
together a lumberjack's breakfast.
He sat at the table and began to dig into his
breakfast. He was several bites in when he heard a
child's voice:
"Do you have any more cookies?"
He stopped in mid bite and looked around. Slowly, he
rose from the table. He looked around some more,
leaving the kitchen briefly to see if there was a child
in his house. Seeing no one, he returned to the kitchen
and quietly sat at the table.
Carefully, he lifted another bite to his lips. His eyes
were up and he was alert. He saw her move as the doll
asked again: "Don't you have any cookies?"
He jumped up, backing away from the table. He stared at
her in terror. Summoning his strength, he asked: "You
can speak?"
"In seven languages, but you prefer English, yes?" she
answered.
His mouth fell open. A million thoughts ran through his
mind. He could only ask the obvious: "Are you alive?"
She got a confused look on her face, "what is...
alive?" she asked.
"You know... breathing, a heartbeat, blood."
The confused look persisted. "I don't know" she
answered.
"Do you have parents?"
"Parents? no. I was programmed to please you."
"Please me?"
"I am interested only in you. I can talk to you, or
remain quiet-if that is what you wish. I can sing,
dance, play piano. I know over one thousand songs. I
can do chores for you, clean your house, cook, and
wash."
She stood, stepped from the table, and removed her top.
"And I can love you."
She stepped forward and locked lips with him. Dave had
kissed a lot of girls and women. This kiss was as good
as the best he ever had, however, the thing that was
different was her taste. Although there was moisture in
her kiss, she didn't taste like a human, she tasted
like a doll.
He broke the kiss. "Come on" he said as he took her
hand and led her from the kitchen.
They went into his bedroom. There, he undressed, then
removed her thong. He laid her on the bed. Spreading
her legs he began eating her out. She responded to his
touch, moaning softly. Although Dave had slept with
twenty some women, he had never had sex with a girl.
Her childish moaning aroused him. Not only was his dick
hard, but he felt the tightening in his perinium that
indicated to him a truly hot erotic experience. He
stopped eating her out and he mounted her.
"Oh Dave" she whispered as he entered her.
Once he was inside her he began pumping her, slowly at
first, then increasing in speed and force. She moaned
in a louder tone while she caressed him.
"Yes, yes" she whispered.
He felt his cum rising and he shot into her, four long
satisfying spurts followed by two small spurts that
sent satisfying tingles up his spine. He collapsed on
top of her, breathing hard. She held him, gently
kneading his shoulders with her fingers.
She waited for his breathing to return to normal. "Do
you have any more cookies?" she asked.
"What is it with you and cookies?"
"I need the sugar and gluten."
"What do you run on?"
"Cookies, and water."
"No, I mean your power source."
Her face wrinkled up. "I don't know what you mean" she
answered.
"Do you plug in, do you run on batteries?"
"Not that I know of. As long as I get cookies and water
every day, I'm fine."
He turned her over and carefully scanned her, starting
at her skull and working down to her feet. A little
confused, he laid her back on her back and placed his
ear on her chest while placing fingers on her wrist as
he looked for a pulse. Confused he had her get up and
put the pink dress back on while he got dressed
himself. Then he drove her to the local drug store.
There is a machine to check blood pressure and pulse.
He had her sit in the chair and placed her arm through
the loop. He pressed the button and watched the cuff
inflate. Numbers came up, but nothing that indicated
her blood pressure. She got a pained look on her face:
"It hurts Dave" she complained. Dave hit the abort
button. The blood pressure cuff deflated. She pulled
her arm out of the loop and winced as she rubbed it.
Dave grew even more confused. How could she not have
blood pressure, but feel pain? Another machine, much
smaller, checked someone's pulse by inserting a finger
in the machine. After seven fingers and no readings, he
gave up.
Dave ended up buying a couple of packages of cookies, a
case of bottled water, and a stethoscope. In the car,
on the way home, she smiled while munching the cookies
and drinking the water. He looked at her with concern.
"You're a mystery to me" he said.
"How so Dave?"
"I don't even know your name."
"It's Kiku (pronounced kee-koo), but you can call me
anything you like. I am yours."
He was quiet for a moment while he thought. A
disturbing thought entered his mind.
"My younger brother is coming over today," he said.
"He's going to ask questions. How am I going to explain
you? I can't say that you're a long lost relative."
"In the bottom of the case I arrived in," she
explained. "You will find a birth certificate and
adoption papers. They are legal. They are from the
Genko Prefecture of Japan, where I come from. You paid
for the deluxe model. I am the deluxe model. With the
deluxe model you get the papers."
He was staring at her in amazement, so much so that he
now only noticed he was running off the road. He
swerved and straightened out.
"Dave, are you ok?" she asked.
"No" he answered in a stern tone.
The rest of the drive was in silence. When they got
home and went inside he took the stethoscope out and
carefully checked her. He didn't hear a heartbeat or
pulse, but he thought he heard the whirring of some
kind of motor in her.
The whole time he checked her out she looked at him
with curiosity and concern. Finally, he stopped and
looked at her while he gathered his thoughts. Finally,
he broke his silence with a question: "Why didn't you
move or speak the first couple of days I had you?"
"I imprinted off of you. It's part of my programming."
Dave sat back. This was a type of technology he had
never heard of, something so advanced that it was,
well, just too good to be true. During his military
days, he had visited Japan and noticed that the
electronics there were well advanced of anything
elsewhere in the world. From reading Popular Mechanics
he knew that the Japanese, almost obsessed with robots,
were light years ahead of anyone else in this respect.
While Americans and Germans made robots to work in
factories, and experiments were going on with robots
that did surgery, Dave remembered that the Japanese
were working on robots that served in the home. Had he
stumbled on the perfect prototype? He had paid twenty
percent more than the regular asking price noting that
the more expensive dolls offered had the human like
joints and not those horribly ugly joints like G.I. Joe
dolls of nearly forty years earlier. Also, for the
extra price, he could pick the features he wanted, like
face, breasts, and the like.
Dave leaned in and kissed her. She returned the kiss
and he noted that she was rubber, latex, and her teeth
were made of something like enamel, but not enamel. She
started to take off the dress. Dave stopped her,
reminding her that his brother was due within the hour.
He remembered the papers she had mentioned and had her
go to the case and get them.
He looked at the papers and tried to make sense of them
as they were written in Japanese.
"Can you read these?" he asked.
She translated the papers for him. He listened, not
sure if he should trust her. The adoption papers were
in Japanese legalese, but it sounded like there was a
transfer of authority from Goya Industries to him. When
she finished, she looked at him with a look seeking
approval. He kissed her, feeling her raise her hand to
his neck to gently caress his neck and ear.
Dave's brother James, arrived just before noon. Dave
was estranged from most of his family due to creative
differences. Dave considered their lust for money
repugnant as their lust was the basis for most of their
decisions. James, because he lived close to Dave, came
over every couple of weeks to make sure Dave was
alright.
When James arrived Dave let him in and instantly
introduced him to Kiku. Kiku nodded her head and
extended her hand. James already had a look of surprise
from Kiku's presence, but his surprise grew when Dave
told him that Kiku was a doll.
"What?" James asked, completely astonished.
"You're a nurse", Dave told him. "I bought a
stethoscope. You listen to her, you tell me."
Dave retrieved the stethoscope and gave it to his
brother. James had Kiku sit down, then he checked her.
He placed the stethoscope several places on her chest,
her back, wrists and elbows. He held the stethoscope to
his own chest and wrist to make sure it was working.
"How much did you pay for her?" James asked. Dave told
him. James whistled, then added: "I'd say you got your
money's worth. You know I'm going to have to tell
Stacey about this."
"I wish you wouldn't."
"What can I say, I'm married, and you know how Stacey
is. She's going to want both of you over for dinner."
Dave groaned. "And you guys wonder why I'm single."
***
Stacey did call a little while after James left. Stacey
started in, inviting Dave and Kiku over for dinner.
Dave tried to decline and to hold off Stacey, but she
was persistent and he finally gave in, telling Stacey
about Kiku's very different dietary needs.
After the phone call, Dave told Kiku about his family
and what to expect at James' house. The most difficult
part of the upcoming dinner was going to be that James
and Stacey had two children-twelve year old Connor and
eight year old Samantha. Clearly they were going to be
curious about why a grown man would need to buy a doll.
Dave wished that Stacey would respect his privacy.
When Dave and Kiku arrived at James' house, they stayed
together and in James' living room where they talked to
James, and Stacey intermittingly-as she prepared
dinner. Eventually, Connor came in and was astonished
at Kiku. Predictably, he tried to seek permission to
have Kiku come with him, but Dave anticipated that,
politely declining. As well intentioned as Connor was,
children are accident prone and Kiku cost way too much
to be involved in an accident. Disappointed, Connor
stomped off.
Minutes later, Samantha came in the room with a doll.
She sat next to Kiku and tried to start a conversation
about dolls and the interests of girls. Although Kiku
was unfailingly polite, she didn't share the interests
of Samantha. Samantha was taken aback at that. To
Dave's relief, Stacey announced dinner was ready.
During dinner, Connor and Samantha kept their eyes
locked on Kiku. Naturally, the subject of her diet came
up and Kiku explained that the sugar and gluten in the
cookies powered her internal machinery. The subject of
her price came up next and Dave carefully sidestepped
the figure, except to say that Kiku was expensive.
Almost predictably, Samantha asked if she could have a
Kiku and Dave used his eyes to signal James that the
price was prohibitive. James got Samantha to retreat
off her request. When dinner was over, and the adults
were alone with Dave, the subject of her price came up
again.
Dave confessed that Kiku was a sex doll, which elicited
the look of panic in Stacey's eyes.
"Listen" Dave told her, "I've never touched anyone's
kids, including yours. I bought Kiku so that I would
never touch anyone's kids. You would never have known
about Kiku, but you invaded my privacy and dragged me
here. I thought I was just buying a doll, but no one
was more surprised than I was that she's a walking
talking humanlike presence. She's perfect company, and
by the way, she cost almost nine thousand dollars.
Still want to buy one for Samantha?"
James and Stacey were blown away by Dave's revelation
and were clearly going to need time to get over what
they had just learned. Dave thanked them for dinner and
left with Kiku. In the car, on the way home, Kiku
sensed stress in Dave and asked him if he was ok. Dave
opened up and told her about his dysfunctional family.
Kiku listened and was the perfect attentive partner,
comforting Dave.
***
Dave took Kiku to church the next day. Dave usually
sang in the choir. He took Kiku into the choir room
with him before the service to introduce her as his new
adopted daughter, and explained why he wouldn't be
singing that Sunday, but that he would be sitting in
the congregation. The choir, and other church folk were
non judgmental, but Dave did see the looks that several
women shot his way. Clearly, the bias against single
men wasn't going to go away until long after every
pedophile had been hunted down and nailed to a cross.
***
Things turned sour for Dave and Kiku a week later.
Answering a knock at his door, Dave found a couple of
Japanese men, with a large crate, on his doorstep. One
was the continually bowing type steeped in Japanese
tradition, but the other was more Americanized.
"Please pardon the intrusion" he began, "but there has
been a mix up."
He went on to explain that Kiku had been given an
internal computing unit destined for a doll to be
delivered to Russia. The Russian buyer had paid far
more than Dave had for the computing unit accessory and
the men wanted to swap out another doll for Kiku.
"No", Dave refused. He went on to tell the men that he
had paid a top price for Kiku, and her abilities were a
pleasant surprise, but he had paperwork to prove he had
paid a lot for Kiku and an American jury would see
things his way. The men couldn't argue with his logic
and left after apologizing again for the intrusion.
***
Several days later, Dave saw something that alarmed
him. He lived near the end of a cul de sac, and as he
got ready to leave for work, he noticed a man in a car
watching him. He went back inside and went into his
secure closet, taking out a high powered handgun and
shoulder holster. He placed both inside his suit
jacket, which he decided to keep on that day at work.
He also had Kiku get dressed and join him in leaving
for work.
He took a book with him and on the way to work
instructed Kiku to stay in his office and read the book
so that she would finish the book by the end of the
day. At work he made the excuse that he had taken Kiku
out of school for the day because of a disagreement
with her teacher, but that many didn't know he had a
daughter had him explaining that he had quietly adopted
her. The whole time though, he was going over in his
mind what he would do when he got home.
When he got home, the first thing he did was have Kiku
go back in her crate, which he locked in the secure
room. He also laid the crate down, instructing Kiku not
to move or speak unless he told her to. While he was in
the closet, he also took out an M1A1 assault rifle, six
loaded magazines and an assault vest. He went into his
bedroom, changed into battle fatigues, then went into
the kitchen.
He knew that sunset that night would come at six
thirty. He also knew it was rare to see anyone on the
street in his older neighborhood after eight thirty. He
also knew that a neighbor's pool light and a street
light shined in his back yard, and that home invaders
coming after Kiku would most likely, and foolishly, try
their assault through the back yard.
Dave had an older country esquire home with an open
kitchen that faced into a large back yard. The onetime
Marine took up station behind a counter in the kitchen,
and he waited. He had already dialed 911 on his cell
phone, he just needed to press send. A little after
nine it happened.
First, he heard his front door being kicked in. He
pressed send on his cell phone and placed it face down
inside an open cabinet. Seconds later, he saw the
shadows coming toward the kitchen, reflected in his
oven door. The man, or men, at the front of the house
were having to navigate a dark house that they weren't
familiar with. He knew that the shadows approaching him
knew of the raiding party at the front of the house.
Because they didn't know his location, he was in the
advantage. He waited until they were just upon the back
door.
Slowly and quietly, keeping low and mostly behind the
counter, he took aim at the back door. He had a good
target and the advantage of surprise. In rapid
succession, he fired off four rounds and moved to his
pantry. He knew he had hit his targets because he heard
them yell and fall. He had also lost his night vision.
When he ducked in the pantry, he left the door open a
sliver. He hoped to regain his night vision and the two
minutes he was blind seemed as an eternity. As he
regained his vision, he noticed a shadow move past the
pantry and towards the back door. The shadow was
checking out his fallen comrades. He took aim and fired
off two shots. The shadow fell and he dashed out of his
pantry.
With his rifle pointed forward, he moved quickly down
the hall to his bedroom. He could hear sirens coming
towards the house, and he didn't know how many more
would be targets were in and around the house. His
vision still had spots in it, but it was functional.
His instinct told him to move towards his carport. He
doubled back and headed that way. Sure enough, his
instinct was dead on, there was a figure in black in
the carport, looking like he was debating to stand or
run. They both saw each other at the same time and
fired.
Dave heard the man scream and fall. Dave quickly
advanced on the man, kicking his weapon away. The man
was clutching his shoulder and cussing in another
language which Dave guessed to be Russian. Dave pointed
his weapon at him in a no nonsense manner, letting him
know it would be deadly to try to fight further. Just
then a half dozen Police cars came screaming to a halt
outside his home. Police Officers, drawing their
weapons, got out of their cars screaming for him to
drop his weapon.
Dave complied, laying down his weapon and becoming
submissive to their demands. Although they cuffed both
Dave and the shot man, Dave let them know that there
might be more armed men in and around the house. An
armed party was quickly put together and a search
carried out.
A dozen more Police cars arrived on the scene and a
shift commander began sorting out what had happened.
Inside of ten minutes the cuffs were off of Dave, but
there would be many more questions. A detective soon
arrived on the scene and joined the shift commander in
questioning Dave. Dave finally decided to answer many
of their questions by opening the crate and showing
them Kiku.
When the detective saw Kiku, he grew ashen. He placed
his hand on his pistol grip and ordered Dave back while
he yelled for an EMT. Several minutes later, an EMT on
the scene arrived at the closet and looked over Kiku.
After a long moment, he pronounced that Kiku was a
doll, and not a little girl in a box.
Although the pronouncement of Kiku as a doll cleared
Dave of being a murderer, both the shift commander and
the detective treated Dave like a suspect. James'
arrival on the scene only led to more questions, which
went on till past one in the morning. After the Police
left, James told Dave he had been watching the late
news and saw his house reported as the scene of a
shooting. James was surprised at the courage of his
older brother, taking down the attackers.
"You would protect your kids. I was protecting mine"
Dave said.
"Speaking of which, where is she?"
Dave led James over to the crate. "Ok Kiku, you can get
up and speak again."
Kiku rose from the box and hugged Dave. "I missed you"
she volunteered.
James smiled and decided to leave. He was happy that
his brother had finally found love. Although she wasn't
a flesh and blood woman, she was a loyal mate, and now
more his than she had ever been. It only mattered to
James that Dave was happy.
***
It would be weeks before the Police questions stopped.
The questions did lead to a Russian crime boss being
taken down. Dave and Kiku went on to a happy life
together. Although Kiku never aged a day, it didn't
seem to bother anyone because her growing wisdom of
humans taught her to handle every situation with grace
and dignity.
Stacey even went on to become one of Kiku's closest
advocates and friends because of her loyalty to Dave.
Connor and Samantha considered her a friend and
sibling, making her part of the family and educating
visitors to Thanksgiving Dinner that sometimes love can
be found in non conventional ways.
The End, or is it?
If you like my story, you can find more of my stories
at http://www.asstr.org/~dude/
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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