Even Dolls Can Be Blue

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Mila had just finished a rather quick match, her enthusiasm was gone as she pushed past the curtains, a scowl on her face as her aide, Claire, quickly approached from behind. Despite their efforts to only pit their master against her chosen opponents, the contract dictates she would have to fight the “undesirables” no matter how she felt on the matter. Mila was prepared to prolong their exchange but within the first minute of contact, the Doll had decided to end things quickly. She found no joy in it, nothing worthy enough to warrant a millisecond of her attention. The poor thing had to endure a full minute of back breaking submissions before swiftly tapping out to the Doll’s cruel techniques. She huffs as Claire reaches over to pat their face free of sweat. Mila quickly grabbed hold of their wrist and twisted it to force Claire in front. Her aide was obvious to her masters anger and disappointment as she tightened their hold. ”M-My lady, please wait!” She quietly exclaimed. She knew drawing attention to them by screaming or getting loud would only make it worse when they were home but she had urgent information, information she was certain would put them in a better mood.

Mila leans closer, her thumb pressing into the joint as her sinister smile beams. ”What? Are you going to beg for mercy because I hate to be the bearer of bad news but that’s not going to happen.” She coldly replied all the while keeping her smiling demeanor. She had so much malicious energy stored up and nothing to release any of it on, it might as well be here. Her thumb digs deeper, causing the aide to wince but she didn’t fight back, aware what that could bring on top of her masters unamusement: a challenge.

”It’s- it’s Mrs. Yśe!” Claire quickly blurred out. ”Mrs.Alienor Yśe, she’s formally invited you to her estate for a proposition.” Claire adds. A switch flips within Mila, her smile tugged on her cheeks as her thumb pulled it’s vile stamp from their joint, still she didn’t outright let go. ”Do you mean it, Claire? The ones on my list, that Yśe?” She asked, a hint of excitement spiked her voice as her aide quickly nodded. ”Yes, mistress. The very same. She approached near the end of your match. She stated that she’d be waiting for you at her home and would like for you to arrive in the morning.” Mila allowed Claire the freedom she so desperately craved as she fully released their hand from her grip. The Doll’s hands clasped together as she eyes her aide with her wine pools. ”I’m so happy to hear that, Claire. Perhaps if this goes well, I’ll postpone your punishment.” The very thought of earning her mistress’ ire should their meeting go sour left Claire begging for a miracle. She rubs her aching wrist as she leads Mila to the locker room to help her change.

Claire went in first, holding open the door as the doll strolled in, practically skipping as her wine gaze gleamed with the excitement of procuring a new doll. Claire urged her to be patient as she began to help them undress. The Doll herself, sways happily on the bench as her boots are swiftly yet elegantly removed. She was quickly changed into a rather frilly pink dress, adorned with overlapping frills as she skips down the hall to the car, all the while pondering what this prospect could be. Perhaps she wishes to challenge her, perhaps she has a new toy lined up for her, oh how she loved surprises.

The next Morning

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Sebastian pulled the car around to the gate of the Yśe family home, Mila in the back seat had been kicking the air, hints of her excitement oozed as her vile thoughts took over. Claire was seated next to her, pampering her face with blush as she aimed to look decent for her visit. A light purple bag, adorned with unnecessary cute stitching was filled with essentials; sat on the other side of Claire, who was prepared for most emergencies given her Masters whim. ”We have arrived, my lady. Please enjoy your visit and call for me when you are ready. I will arrive swiftly to take you home.” He assures as the door opened to release the gremlin into the wild. ”If it goes well, it’ll be a long visit, but, I’ll have Claire on standby. Would you mind stopping by that Bakery shop too? I’d like to have something sweet on the way home.” She declares, her ever present sweet tooth making itself known. “But of course, My lady.” he replies.

Mila grins as Claire and herself scoot from the backseat, her bag slinked over her aides shoulder. The Doll’s usually brisk walk was replaced by a rather swift moving machine as she hurriedly crossed the well kept lawn to the front door. Claire was quick to keep up, knowing full well that any slip up could earn her punishment later or in front of the Yśe’s depending on her Masters mood. Her aide steps up pressing the doorbell to alert them to her presence, Mila stood behind, bouncing off the balls of her feet as she leaned forward then rocked back. Her body practically itching for confrontation as

[Bearhug Goddess]

Since the Ysé joined LAW, everything has been successful. The eldest daughter, Britanny, was undefeated for a whole year and even had the chance to face the Frenchwoman, the mother, Aliénor, was merciless against veterans and the youngest, Cléophée, despite a difficult start by chaining 5 affiliation ties was in the middle of a consecutive victory... And surely ready to become one of the next lightweight icons. But the Ysé were competitive and arrogant even among themselves, it was necessary to fight to show who was the best of the three and to remain the most perfect, Aliénor had a plan.

Find rivals for her daughters, whether it was Britanny or Cléophée, her two daughters had to know defeat and admit that their mothers were the best. By chance, Aliénor found the perfect opponent for Cléophée, a specifically sadistic and rather strong woman... Yes, she was perfect to humiliate and break the ego of her youngest daughter. She didn't even wait for the end of the match to join this Mila's dressing room and give a message to one of her assistants.

"You, you work for Miss Ricci, hmm? ~ Tell her that I, Aliénor Ysé, invite her for a special sparring and much more interesting than this match... Oh, and don't be late. ~"

The French girl then left the place after sending her message and went home, joining her youngest daughter, Cléophée. The two women tolerated each other, unlike the eldest daughter who didn't like her mother at all, the youngest daughter respected her mother and wanted to be equal to her at all costs... But as always, Aliénor couldn't help but provoke her beloved daughter.

"My my, my sweet Cléophée.. ~ Everything seems to be going well for you at the moment, right? ~"

The little French girl takes on a slightly more serious and suspicious air. She knew what her mother was capable of and Aliénor knew that Cléophée never refused a challenge or a dare.

"Get straight to the point mom, what do you expect from me this time?"

The matriarch laughed amusedly and approached her daughter to stroke her hair. Was it an affectionate sign?... Cléophée was a little embarrassed but let it happen, yet everyone knew that you should never touch a Ysé's hair.

"Tomorrow... You will have a sparring match with a talented woman... So get ready and win like you usually do, okay?~"

Aliénor may have hidden her eyes, Cléophée knew what kind of sadistic and amused look her mother carried. It wasn't the first time she found herself in this kind of situation and the White Giant always got out of it... Her first defeat wasn't going to happen for a long time!

"Well... I'm going to rest then."

Following her words, the little French girl left the place to go to her room. She didn't know who this opponent was going to be but she could sense a certain excitement and amusement in her mother... She had to prepare for the worst and be ready for anything.

"Enjoy this night, sweetheart~"





The next day, everything was calmer at the Ysés. The girl was resting tenderly while the mother was awake, waiting in her living room for her guest to arrive... And the doorbell rang. It was still too early for it to be a fan or something, it was definitely Mila. The matriarch didn't let her opponent wait any longer, opening the door wide while displaying a mischievous smile.

"Welcome, Miss Ricci. ~ Please come in ~"

Of course, the matriarch doesn't introduce herself more than that and only greeted the woman she was interested in but let in the person who served as her messenger the previous day. As they walked along the corridor, Aliénor allowed herself to chat a little with the pinkette.

"I was able to attend your match yesterday and I find it sad that LAW made you face less than nothing, you clearly have the potential to dominate women much stronger and known, I can feel it in you..~"

Then after a few seconds of walking, the Frenchwoman stops at the end of the corridor. On the left is the living room, the place where she planned to spend her morning while on the right were stairs leading to an upper floor. Aliénor smiled tenderly and crossed her arms under her chest while looking Mila straight in the eyes.

"I'd like to chat with you longer but I'm sure you're eager to face a real opponent, hmm?~ My daughter is upstairs, first door on the left!~ Have fun with her and don't hesitate to break her mentally, she needs it.~"

Aliénor (not in this attire)

Cléophée (not in this attire)

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The large door suddenly opened, appearing was the head Yśe herself, Aliénor herself. The tall behemoth invited her in, allowing the doll to step past the doorbell and into her den. She beams brightly as she follows. Their praise was something, Mila could hear it in their voice, perhaps there was an underlying tone to what they said but, ever like the plaything she became, shes play along. Her hands clasp together as her digits spread into a tent. ”Oh, how kind of you to notice, Signorina Aliénor. I admit, I can’t hide my disappointment when my playthings break so easily. It’s the sole reason I strive to face the strong. The faces they make when I break them…” The small Pinkette couldn’t hide her destructive nature, but then again, she felt a tinge of kinship. Mila sensed that in some way Aliénor was just like her in their own way.

With the theee of the crossing the corridor threshold, she found herself in a rather elegant looking living room. A flight of stairs to the upper floor weren’t too far as she eyes them with intrigue. Her gaze returns to the head of the house as their arms folded beneath their chest. Aliénor finally brought up the reason for the doll’s visit, a challenge. Her fingers arch and pop as she fixated on them, half expecting them to be her target before they claimed their daughter was the intended target. They even went as far as to encourage her to break them. A sinister smile overtakes Mila’s soft expression as she steps closer. ”Did I hear you correctly, Signorina Aliénor? You’re allowing me to break your precious daughter?” Her tone oozed with chaotic excitement as she turned to her Aide who nodded slightly.

The doll softly giggles, eyeing the master of the home as she contemplates their appetizing offer. With a clasp of her hands, she nods in agreement, smiling all the while. ”Well, I suppose since you’re making such a compelling offer, I’ll take you up on it. I think she and I will get along….perfectky.” with a courteous bow, Mila would turn toward the staircase. Her footsteps lightly echo off the stairs as she climbs, her aide close behind with her bag in tow. The doll began to think on what sort of plaything Cleophee could turn out to be. Wether or not shes put up any resistance didn’t matter, at least today. Getting her hands on someone from her list was pleasant enough as a reward. The climb itself made her giddy, excited. She was already amped up to play and each step brings her excitement higher.

Reaching the top of the stairs, her eyes immediately scan for the designated door, finding said door on her left as Aliénor declared. She turns to it with a glaring grin, her aide immediately unzipping the bag as Mila pops her neck. Her fingers curl under her top as she begins to draw it upward. Her signature pink leotard hiding underneath as she frees herself from the confines of her clothes. Claire outstretched her hands, neatly folding her masters clothes as she fishes their boots from the bag. Mila fely it was necessary to be in proper attire, as her skirt falls to the floor. As the doll steps out, Claire would stuff her clothes into bag as they kneel to help them slip into their boots.

Spoiler

Mila begins to stretch, limbering herself up as she prepares for a fun filled day of playing and stretching! The doll grips the doorknob, turning it silently as she pushes it open. Her gaze scans the dimly lit room, finding the decor to be somewhat acceptable. Her lavender pools meet a bump located on the bed, soft steps begin to cross the room as she closes in. It takes her only a moment to realize it’s a sleeping body, more specifically, a sleeping Cleophee. Oh, how sweet. Claire closes the door behind herself, turning to see the doll standing bedside, their index finger lightly tracing the sleeping Ysé’s shape as they turns to her aide.

”You can read a book or something, Claire. Cleophee here and I are going to be spending a lot of time together~. Won’t we?” She asks kneeling; her hair brushing along her sleeping victims face as she pulls away to head toward the foot of their bed. The doll decides to make a rather “sisterly” entrance. With a fair distance separating her from the bed, Mila would suddenly push off the floor, rushing towards the bed as she leaps, her boot meeting the footboard to give her some air before her rump comes barreling down to Cleophee’s gut. Now straddling the Ysé, her hands pinning the girls stomach as she leans forward with her weight. ”Good morning, my sweet Cleophee~.”

[Bearhug Goddess]

It wasn't often that Aliénor had the chance to accept one of her daughters' friends... At least, that's how she saw it, and yet, Cléophée and Mila didn't know each other yet! The Ysé family was a rather unique family; the women ruled the roost, and there was a certain amount of competition between them, vying for the position of the most respectable and perfect woman in the family. Obviously, the matriarch had to give her daughters something to look forward to to make the competition more fun.

That's why Aliénor invited and sent Mila to meet her youngest daughter, wanting to give her favorite daughter a rival so she wouldn't get bored and could rest on her many victories. She gave a simple, amused and sadistic smile as she saw Mila coming up the stairs. She would have liked to see it with her own eyes, but that would be rude... Cléophée was already going to be quite upset by this unprecedented encounter.

"Have fun, don't hesitate to call me if you need anything, hmmph~"

Meanwhile, Cléophée was sleeping peacefully on her bed and must have been having a long, pleasant dream, judging by the smile on her face. The light from the hallway and the noises didn't seem to bother her. She was used to being safe in her room and had done a lot of sparring and matches recently; rest was important.

But everything changed when Mila began her attack, crushing the Frenchwoman's stomach with a double stomp that revealed the little Frenchwoman immediately.

"Gaagh?!.."

Cléophée leaped forward slightly, pulling back part of the blanket, which slid down to her legs before Mila sat on her and tortured her little belly by digging her palms into it. Cléophée gritted her teeth slightly in pain and her eyes were squinting. She didn't understand what was happening to her and was still a little sleepy...

"Nnghhh... Who... Nghh! Who are you?!.."

The White Giantess was wearing only a simple white bodysuit; it was her favorite pajamas. The pain slowly but surely woke her up, and the French girl's tired gaze quickly turned to dazzle. She didn't know what was happening, but she wasn't going to let herself be attacked without a response. Cléophée grabbed her opponent's collar and pulled her to the side, trying to knock her over and reverse their positions, suggesting they meet on top!

[ScoutLils]

Just moments before the pair has entered the sleeping Cleophee’s room, Claire had stopped short and turned to the head of the house. She bowed courteously as she pointed at her book. A small, almost unnoticeable black dot could be seen. ”The Misses has instructed me to document everything for you, Mrs. Yśe. I can have a copy forwarded to you later if that pleases you. If you’ll excuse me.” Mila had surmised that Aliénor would want to watch her daughter served a slice of humble pie, however, for something like this, she’d rather it be just them for her little play date.

Back in the bedroom, Mila was excited to wipe that pleasant smile off their face and turn it into a scrunched up mess of pain and misery. Her rump came barreling into their stomach as she kept off the baseboard like a Swan taking flight. Caving in the dreamers guy with such glee, she was immediately awoken to the Doll’s ever eager smile, soulless pools staring into their soul as she made her appearance.

They pulled the blanket up, scooting the doll further along their stomach as her nails dug into the clothes flesh. She giggles softly as the grogginess they suffered clouded their judgement and slowed them down quite considerably. That was the price one had to pay by being unprepared. After all, only a fool could consider themselves safe anywhere the doll happened to have her sights set on.

Her hands began to move upward, over their chest like a serpent as they demanded to now who she was. The doll leaned forward, applying her full weight as her gaze hardened. ”Didn’t you hear? I’m your new playmate~. And we’re going to play all day long or-! Until you’re broken. Whichever comes first.” she declared excitedly. As of on cue her hands lay h onto their throat, attempting to choke her right then and there as they grabbed her collar. She could see the white body suit on full display as they both went tumbling over. Cleophee managed to roll on top, but Mila pushed back, rolling the Frenchwoman over to take over. The two seemed to tussle with the back and forth as the bed creaked and ruffled from the outburst. All the while, Claire sat in the corner “reading” her book.

[Bearhug Goddess]

It was a rather unique and unpleasant awakening for Cleophée, who thought she could at least get a peaceful night's sleep. She didn't know who the pinkette on top of her was, but if she wanted a fight, Cleophée was going to give her what she wanted, and she wasn't about to let herself be walked over.

That's when the two women began rolling repeatedly on the bed until they found themselves on top, Cleophée rolling to the right and Mila rolling to the left in return. This duel looked more like a catfight, although Cleophée was starting to tire of her opponent, especially since she was being choked! The White Giantess grimaced before leaving Mila on top of her for a few seconds, instead using her long legs to place her feet on her opponent's stomach and push the pinkette away!

"Mnnghhhh!..."

If she could do that, she would sit up on her bed and cough as she stroked her neck. She had to quickly get her thoughts in order and regain her strength. Now that Cléophée was fully awake, she understood the situation a little better and remembered her last conversation with her mother. That cheating, weird pinkette was her opponent! She was expecting a duel in a ring or some other appropriate place and at a suitable time, not so early in the morning!

"Grrr... I understand why my mother chose you, you seem like quite the specimen!..."

Cléophée got up, standing on her bed, more ready to fight this time. Her stomach was still aching, and she fully intended to get revenge... But first, she had to provoke her opponent to force her to act out of her lack of composure! But it was hard to get to know her opponent's personality with little interaction.

"I don't have all my time to devote to a woman as weird as you, so I'll quickly break you in two instead!"

[ScoutLils]

The pair rolled around like a couple of children fighting for the last snack on the playground. Cleophée rolled right while Mila rolled left, the doll didn’t particularly hate this interaction but it felt so..tame? Perhaps that was the word she was looking for but she definitely wasn’t feeling the intensity she normally expected out of her encounters, not yet anyway. That’s when she decided to kick it up a notch, really spook them with a show that she wasn’t going to go easy or that this wouldn’t be one of those play dates.

Her snalll hands reach their throat as she manages to halt the rolling and sit atop of her new doll. Mila wastes no time in attempting to steal the life from the bluenette whilst Claire remained in the corner “reading” her book as a small recorder peeker over the pages. Just as the Italian was settling into her role as torturer, Cleo had managed to sneak her feet up along her stomach, pushing Mila back to the backboard before she rolls backward with the momentum to daintily “fall” from the bed onto her feet.

With space forced between the two, Mila’s hands rest together as her toy coughs, finally earning a fresh breath of life, she grins ear to ear watching them struggle, even for a moment before that reprieve finally settles in. It makes her heart thump with excitement and joy as she yearns to put them in the same predicament again and again.

”There we are, you look to be awake and aware. Good, I was so afraid that this would be over so soon~.” The doll chirped.

The Italian would lean over the baseboard as her hands settle on the bed, she listens intently as the Ysè speaks, bringing her dear mother into the conversation claiming her to be “quite the specimen”. The pinkette wasn’t sure how to properly take such a compliment but she’d let it slide, she could agree to that much.

”Oh, dear Cléophée, that’s where you’re wrong, you have all the time in the world for me today.” Mila claims, her fingers digging into them stress as their sheets bunched up into her palms. With a sharp yank, the Italian would attempt to pull the bed sheets out from under them to make them slip and fall. Even if she didn’t manage to sweep them off their feet, she’d use the fabric to possibly blind her new toy and begin her assault once more.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Cleophée stood on her bed, looking at Mila with a serious, slightly more awake expression. Deep down, she knew that her mother's training wasn't as physical as her older sister's, but more psychological... She had to understand her opponent and tried to beat her however she could, with her words, her actions, and her charisma.

But just as Cleophée wanted to attack the pinkette, Mila grabbed the sheets and pulled them towards her. Cleophée, innocently thinking that Mila was trying to throw the White Giantess off balance, jumped quickly before lunging at Mila, quickly running towards her opponent to prepare her counterattack.

"Those kinds of tricks don't work on me, idiot!"

She jumped forward, bringing both knees forward, ready to crush them on the pinkette's shoulders to pin her to the ground and trap her in a school girl pin outside the bed!

"This isn't your room, you ill-mannered idiot !"

[ScoutLils]

Mila’s little ploy didn’t go accordingly to plan. Just as she had a handful of their sheets, she yanked hard but before they could be ripped from the bed, Cléo jumped, mitigating being unbalanced. The bluenette was lunging for her but the doll tossed their sheets upward, to blind the young Ysé in an attempt to disorient the bow awake diva. While the sheets were in flight, shes bend her knees and side step from potential disaster.

”They don’t always have to work. Even a slight distraction is all I need~.” The Italian doll replies. If she were able to sneak away from a rough blow, she’d go in for it, grabbing hold of the sheets once again if she had managed to slip past their lunging knees, she’d attempt to tug the sheets back towards her and hopefully bringing the bluenette closer to get her evil little hands on.

Granted if she failed, the doll would fall back with their knees pinning their shoulders but her devilish legs would be free, free to enact harm from behind which she wouldn’t hesitate to use. Given she was pinned in a school girl pin, the ball of her knees would shoot upward to nail Cléo in the back, either sending them forward or allowing Mila to bail her once again with precision.