In the back of a train on the way to Tallinn, just before bedtime, AR-15 walks into Hadwin's room in a robe…
15 sits down on the bed, her face brighter red than I'd ever seen it before, hands trembling on the sashes of the pink robe she's put on.
I catch her tremors and prop myself up, words catching in my throat for a moment. "Um… Star?"
She jumps as if she had somehow already forgotten my presence. "Y-yes?"
I pause, my blood flow returning to my brain as I realize something is wrong. "Are you…" I sit up and face her directly, though she still has her back to me. "Are you okay? You're shaking."
Her hands stop shaking now that she's paying attention to it, but she can't hide the fact that I noticed in the first place. "I'm fine."
Fine. 'Fine' isn't…
"15, if you're not happy, then let's just go to bed." I offer her a way out. "No need to force yourself."
"N-no." She shakes her head. "I want to… but…"
"But?"
"...I'm not pretty."
My thought process runs into a brick wall. "Eh?"
"I'm not…" She looks down at herself, and I immediately know what she's talking about. "My frame isn't as attractive as my sisters'."
"...Uh…" I rack my brain but I have no idea of how to deal with feelings of inadequacy on this front. Do I compliment her, or tell her she's wrong, or…?
I clear my throat. "Uh, S-Star. I think you're attractive as you are. Your face is very cute, you're helpful and… erm, you've been by my side for a while, and that's more important than what you look like." I blink. "Wait, that's not a good way to say that-"
15 turns to face me, face practically on fire. "Are… Are you sure?"
"You're the one here, aren't you?" I gesture to the gently rocking caboose, of which we are the only two occupants. "I like- I love you. You're important to me, no matter what you look like. You're attractive too, but that's not the main point. I like you for you."
She looks out the back window, though the lights inside the caboose turn all the glass into mirrors. "Okay." She once more grabs the hem of her robes and starts to tug at the cloth belt holding it on. "Okay."
Her hands start to shake again.
I slide over and wrap her in a hug, stopping her from removing her robes. She's not okay with it, whatever she says out loud, and I'm not going to force her. "Hey, let's just go to bed. We can do this some other day when you're feeling up to it." I chuckle, and a hint of nervousness creeps into the vocalization. "I'm… not sure I'm ready either, so it's not a big deal."
She shuffles her arms around under mine, placing her hands on mine. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, but it's slowing down slowly. I rest my chin on her shoulder and she leans her head on mine, finding comfort in each other's presence.
"I… I think I'm okay." Her voice is stronger. "Thank you."
"Are you sure?" I ask again, lifting my head up to look into her eyes.
She nods and smiles, eyes softening. "Yes, I'm sure."
"Alright." I smile back at her. "Let me hit the light and we'll get to sleep-"
Her hand reaches out and snags my shirt, pulling me off my feet and back onto the bed. Her face appears over mine, her blush not falling in the least. "I meant… I meant that we should do it."
"...Oh."
She leans down and kisses me, our faces opposite directions as she gently guides herself down to meet my mouth. It's not a particularly deep kiss, just her pressing her mouth to mine for a brief second before releasing and sitting back upright.
I pull myself back onto the bed properly, turning around to face her. Her hands one more go to the edges of her robes, but this time they don't shake.
Instead of indulging my instinct to stare, I reach out to caress her shoulders and pull her close for another kiss, this one more normal orientation. I hold it a little longer than she had just before, waiting until she starts to move away before releasing her.
She tugs at the lapels of her robe, her clavicle and the inner side of her breasts coming into view. As much as I wasn't planning on staring, the way she tugs a little bit at a time, as if trying the water in a pool, is oddly entrancing.
Rather than turning away, she turns to face me fully as she moves her hands down to her sash, untying the knot and letting the two ends fall away.
I realize I'm staring with an intensity that could almost burn a hole through her clothes and look away, face feeling the heat.
She gets up to her knees and pulls me into a hug, pulling my head to her chest even as the robe falls away, my scruffy face meeting her bare chest, the gentle swelling of her breasts caressing either cheek as she hides her body from sight via extreme close up.
My arms wrap around her, pulling her tight even as her hands move on to shrugging off the robe, the rustling of soft fabric crumpling to the bed somehow the only sound my brain can focus on.
Her hands sneak down my sides, grabbing my shirt and starting to tug it up. I lean back to let her pull it up and over my head, extending my arms up.
When the collar pops over my head, I'm treated to a full view of her lithe form. Her torso is flawless, impossibly so, only interrupted by her navel and two small breasts that sit on her ribs with bright pink tips that match her hair and eyes. The partially discarded robe pools around her waist, hiding her lower half from sight.
I drink her appearance in, my body reacting predictably and my shorts and underwear suddenly feeling restrictive.
Her hands reach down and her fingers hook into the waistband of my shorts, tugging on the elastic as if testing its durability, letting the tip of my penis poke out over my shorts.
I sit up on my knees so I can pull my shorts down, an act that she assists with, hands on mine the entire way down, eyes glued to my nether regions as my cock is fully exposed to the cold early April air flowing through the caboose.
My hands go to her sides as hers come forward to explore my body. Fingertips trace her ribs and up to her shoulders, sending shivers down her frame.
I lean in and kiss her neck even as her delicate hands find my genitals and start to caress them clumsily, feeling out how firm she can be without hurting me.
She falls backwards, and I move with her to land on top, using a hand to keep me from slamming down on top of her but coming down to rest. Once more, our naked flesh touches each other and I wrap my arms around her and plant more kisses on her face, her cheeks, nose, and lips.
Her bare legs come up from under the robe, pushing my shorts the rest of the way off of my legs before trapping my leg in hers, locking it down and keeping me close.
Still, her hands are wrapping my shaft, not quite stroking it, but not letting go of it as we move.
I pull my hands out from under her, placing them on her bare shoulders and pushing myself upwards, once more getting a good eyeful of her lovely chest. Once upright on my knees, I bring my hands from her shoulders to caress her breasts, fingertips lingering over the nipples, and causing her to squirm in pleasure.
A squeal of pleasure escapes her lips and one of her hands comes up to cover her mouth to mute herself.
I shift myself down past her legs, my hands continue to trace their way down to her hips, turning inward along the crease between her legs and pelvis to her vaginal opening.
With only a small amount of pink fuzz, so faintly colored that it's almost easier to feel it than see it, her genitals are twitching in time with how my hands move, her body reacting to each finger tracing her form.
One of my hands starts rubbing at the opening, my eyes flicking back to her face to see what makes her feel the best. One of her hands grabs my wrist after a few seconds of this, guiding my fingers deeper inside her where I can move them around gently, prying at the fleshy walls of her vagina.
Her legs, no longer trapped under me, come up and around, ankles sitting on my hips and squeezing ever so slightly, her whole body accepting my attempts at bringing her pleasure.
After a bit longer of my fingering guided by her own hands, her back arches and her voice escapes through her fingers as she climaxes, collapsing to the bed and panting.
I try to get up, but her legs come up and pull me back down on top of her where she wraps me into a tight bear hug and hums contentedly into my ear. I accept this for a second before she suddenly pushes one of her arms down and flips me on my back, swinging her legs over and sitting on my stomach.
I once more get a full view of her form, silhouetted in the overhead light of the train car. Her eyes glow brightly from the shadow, what was once a terrifying sight now promising nothing but love and attention.
She leans down and kisses me again, this time more aggressively than before. Her hands plant on my chest to prop herself back upright, then reach back behind her butt to grab my still painfully erect dick and start tugging on it behind her back.
My hands come up to grope at her breasts, the soft texture instinctively making me want to knead it in my hands. I start gently, watching her face to make sure it doesn't hurt.
Her hips start to undulate on top of me a bit, her hand still stroking my cock awkwardly behind herself.
"I, um, I'm gonna turn around." She says quietly, almost too quietly to hear.
I just nod, my senses a bit too overloaded to answer properly.
She stands up, turns around, and sits back down before sliding her rear right up to my face.
For a moment I just stare at the pussy right in front of me, contemplating the view.
Then her mouth descends and clamps on my dick, and all thinking stops.
She's no expert, and her teeth graze my skin slightly a few times, but she bobs up and down in a way that requires all of my concentration to not immediately bust inside her mouth. Her hands are also cradling my balls gently and she seems entirely focused on the act.
To try to distract myself, I wrap my arms around her hips and pull my face up into her genitals, tongue extending to try to stir up her insides as she had guided me to do earlier.
Her hips push my head back down to the bed as she moves toward the source of pleasure, without her mouth coming off of my penis for even a second, and I take that as my cue that she'd like me to continue.
I close my eyes and focus on sending my tongue around her insides, licking at the walls of her nethers as she continues to bring me inexorably closer to climaxing myself.
Right before I can't stand it anymore, she stops and sit up, drawing her lower body away from my face and leaving me with a stupid look, tongue hanging out.
She once more swings a leg over and off of me, then the other one back over to straddle me. This time though, she's on her knees and positioned right over my crotch.
She looks like she's psyching herself up, and I can almost muster enough brain power to ask her if she's not feeling it when she reaches down and grabs my stiff penis, positioning it at her opening and taking one, then two breaths.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she lowers herself down.
Every millimeter she goes down, every tiny movement and she slowly tries to accept me, sending a shiver of ecstasy down my spine. Her hips lower steadily, her expressions changing rapidly and she tenses and relaxes again and again, not used to the sensation.
Eventually, she's all the way down, me all the way inside of her,and she smiles at me like she's proud of what she has just accomplished.
I open my arms up and she leans her body down into the hug, before she decides to start moving her hips around, just back and forth at first to test how it feels. Apparently finding it pleasurable, she continues more and more vigorously even as her face meets mine for yet another kiss.
Then she lifts her hips up and down, entire body stroking my dick.
I immediately know that I'm not going to last long if she's going to be doing that.
She grabs my hands and places them back on her boobs, then starts to move faster and faster, bouncing up and down as I squeeze the flesh on her chest as directed.
Soon, I can feel my body coming closer and closer to climax and try to get her to slow down a bit, but she continues bouncing up and down, her right arm grabbing mine and her left covering her mouth as she attempts to cry out.
I lose the battle to hold myself back, and I orgasm, cum flowing up into 15 with each pump of her body, the artificial muscles of her genitals seeming to be pulling more and more out of me with each bounce of her hips.
Once I finish climaxing and the blood starts to rush back up to my head, she lays down on top of me, panting slightly, breath hot and dry as she comes down off of her own orgasm.
I wrap my arms around her, holding her loosely, content to just feel her breath on my chest.
Now that I'm capable of thinking again, I realize that she's not really sweating. It makes sense, I suppose, her not being a human, but her body still reacts like a human's to most of the stimuli.
She lifts her head up, and plants her lips on mine once more.
We lie there, taking our time to recover from the physical exertion and to bask in the afterglow, as it were.
I was just about to suggest that she get up so we could clean ourselves up in the caboose's small bathroom when I hear the door to the caboose open, air rushing in.
Both of us turn to see 416 has thrown the door open and stalked in, only to halt mid stride as she realizes that the two of us are very much not just cuddling.
416's head seems to bluescreen even as a few more faces poke their way into the cabin. RO, S.A.T, Aleah… 45.
"Ah, shame!" 45 chirps in much too high a voice. "We could have joined in!"
RO shoots her a glare, but the smaller doll's eye has gone wide and is focused directly on my face, which is rapidly turning from one of embarrassment to one of abject horror.
Aleah and S.A.T. are both blushing, but looking away. S.A.T. clears her throat. "You, um, should have put out a sign."
"Or locked the door." RO grumbles. "I didn't want to see this."
15 slides off of me, hands desperately searching for her robe.
Meanwhile, I look for my clothes which I can only conclude fell off the bed during our session.
45 walks up as I get to the edge of the bed, grabbing at the crumpled clothes on the floor. Her foot lands on one of the sleeves of the shirt, pinning the garment to the ground. I look up at her face, smiling innocently though her hands are balled into fists.
"What do you think you're doing?" She asks sweetly.
"...Putting my clothes back on?"
"Nein." She puts her hand on my head and shoves, sending me flat on my back onto the bed. "If we're going all the way tonight, then it's my turn."
"We're still here, 45." Aleah points out.
45 glares over her shoulder, one of those super murderous ones she saves for people she truely hates. "Then either leave or watch. I don't give a shit." She turns back to me and her face melts back into a softer expression, though I can see a blush start to form on her cheeks as the others in the room don't quite immediately just get up and leave.
She puts a knee up on the bed and starts crawling up over me-
"N-NEIN!" A hand grasps 45's shoulder and she's pulled right back off the bed. 45 turns to see 416 has recovered from her crash, and her eyes positively glowing brightly enough to be seen even in the light overhead. "It is my turn."
45 seems ready to argue but I can see 416's fingers tighten on her shoulder and 45 winces. "Ja, ja, fine. I'll go third."
416 nods even as I wince. I had to psyche myself up for 15, and they want me to just-
416 doesn't wait another minute, unzipping her skirt and dropping it where she stands, ignoring everything and everyone else, eyes glued to my face. Her face is still as passive as usual, but her cheeks are flushed pretty heavily.
"...I'm going!" RO announces, her voice cracking as she flees from the room.
"W-wait for me!" 15 calls, hurriedly tying her robe up and walking awkwardly to not drip anything as she walks.
S.A.T. and Aleah look at each other and turn to leave even as 416 starts to tug down her underwear, heedless of anyone around her. Her jacket is still on, top fully clothed while her lower half is completely bare.
She steps onto the bed and grabs my dick, squeezing it with just enough force to feel good but not painful, stroking it and forcing my body to send blood back down away from my head and to my crotch.
"W-wait!" I cry, but she doesn't seem to hear me, mouth descending on my now fully engorged cock, lips and tongue playing along my flesh and sending a bolt of lightning through my brain.
Once she's transferred to using her mouth, her hand reaches down and starts playing with her vagina, fingers entering herself and starting to twiddle around as she starts to suck in earnest.
I had just come, but I can feel my body starting to build back up, trying to get ready for a second shot.
416's eyes flick to meet mine and she seems to recognize that my body is reacting the way she wants, and she wastes no time throwing her leg over my body and lowering her hips down, one hand reaching down to guide my erection into her.
"Don't you know you have to do foreplay?" 45, who I had honestly forgotten about in my panic, grabs 416's jacket and keeps her from lowering her body fully, pussy just a few centimeters from caressing my dick.
"Let go." 416 growls.
"Nein~" 45 singsongs. "If you're going to warm him up for me, you're going to do it right."
"What do you know about sex?" 416 snaps, only for 45's face to harden.
"More than you. Not all by choice."
416 bites her tongue as 45 relaxes herself once more, then starts pulling at 416's top, unbuttoning her jacket.
I'm treated to an extremely weird show as 416 remains largely still and 45 strips her, first removing the jacket and then the button-down shirt underneath, finally leaving 416 wearing nothing but her bra. Her skin is a patchwork of repairs under her clothes, something I hadn't ever really seen before. It's like scars on a human, or maybe skin grafts. She doesn't spend any effort to hide them though.
416 apparently gets the hint eventually and reaches back to undo the hooks on her bra herself, the straps springing forward as they come unhooked, the weight of her breasts pulling the entire garment forward.
She slides it down unceremoniously, revealing two massive tits that shake and jiggle about as she pulls the straps of her undergarment off fully and tosses it aside.
My eyes are drawn to the movement, hands unconsciously reaching up to grab at them. I only stop when I realize what I am doing in some small part of my brain that is still functioning despite the onset of flesh. She hasn't said-
Her hands snap out and pull my hands the rest of the way to her boobs, fingers almost sinking into the soft flesh that spills down off her chest to dangle in front of me.
Deciding that this must be enough foreplay, she once more grabs my dick and descends, a lot faster than 15 had dared.
Her interior muscles clamp down like a vise, sending a shock of pleasure through my body, and she immediately starts to move, her bright eyes closing up to savor the sensation as we're connected.
I can't help but glance to the side to see 45's face peeking around 416, her face oddly neutral, like she's trying to calculate something complex in her head.
Still, 416 manages to distract me from even that oddity by the movement of her hips, and I close my eyes to try to slow down my body's inevitable reaction to her ministrations.
I'm once more not able to hold it for long, pumping a much smaller load into her vagina than 15's, since I haven't had almost any time to recover. Still, her lips curl into a smile and she bends down to kiss me, a hard kiss the likes of I had come to expect from her. Then, as abruptly as she had started, she gets up off of me, walks to the table, and sits down. She makes no effort to get her clothes or cover herself up, just sitting down, body on full display, cum leaking from her nethers onto the chair. Her eyes stare my way intensely as ever.
Our way.
45 starts walking her finger up my side as she draws close.
I'm still recovering from 416's almost violent attentions, and in no shape to respond as she mounts me as the others did, but she's still fully dressed unlike the others who had been in this position.
Not that that was any particular comfort as her fingers start to crawl up my sides, her tongue poking out from her lips and slowly wetting them, eye narrowing just enough to scare me.
"Uh, 45, I'm not really-"
"Are you going to try to say that I don't get a turn after I was forced to sit there and watch for the past two rounds?" Her body freezes in place as if I had hit pause, her face the only thing changing into an expression of annoyance.
Two? Meaning 15 as well? "You were watching?!"
"Ja. If I wasn't, tactless back there would've burst in halfway through." She jerks her thumb at 416, who nods.
She's still naked and sitting there almost as still as a statue.
"So, are we going to continue?" 45 asks, voice shifting up a register.
I can feel my rib twitching, recalling the last time she was on top of me. "W-we can continue."
"Excellent." Her entire form returns to the smoother movements and coy features she had been wearing before I had interrupted her. Her fingers continue their inexorable march up to my chest, then my neck and finally up my face, small fingertips poking around my face and stretching the skin this way and that, her eye critically examining every bit of skin.
The right side of my face feels weird, but I'm more focused on the left side with the metal hand and how cold the tips of her fingers are.
"...What are you doing?"
"Confirming something." Her metal hand cups the back of my hand and pulls it up even as she leans down, drawing me into a kiss. She's not shy at all, her tongue pushing through my lips to poke around in my mouth.
Her saliva tastes almost sweet somehow, maybe a faint hint of chocolate or something. My mind, addled by the past however many minutes, has only the briefest thought over whether that's just what T-doll saliva tastes like or if she had eaten something before she decides to release me. I gasp for air once before she immediately presses our faces together again, tongue forcing its way into my mouth once more.
By the time she lets me back off once more for air, a faint blush has registered on her cheeks, but her coy and overall in-control demeanor doesn't change whatsoever.
I try to sit up, pulling myself out from under her, but she grabs my shoulder and pushes me back down, before propping herself up on her knees and putting both hands under her skirt. They come back down slowly, panties coming into view slowly, skirt still hiding what said undergarment had been hiding until a moment ago.
Before I can try to get up again, she lies down on top of me, freeing her legs to move, legs covered by stockings waving in the air as she removes her underwear with one hand while caressing my chin with the other.
"Why so tense?" She asks, voice higher than usual. "This is supposed to be fun~!"
"Because-" I can't get anything else out before she pulls her panties back around and jams them onto my face.
"See? We're having fun." She giggles, which only serves to send a spike of fear down my spine. "Now, be a good boy and sit there while I show you what someone with experience can do."
She tosses her jacket aside as I manage to get my hands up and pull the panties off my face. It's not even like they're dirty, it's not like dolls have discharge like humans do, but it's still weird as shit.
"45-"
She presses a finger to my mouth, keeping it there as she unbuttons her shirt with one hand, starting from the bottom and working her way up.
Slowly, her simple black bra comes into view, matching the color of her panties. Her shirt continues to hang off of her shoulders even once she's done, her hands instead going around behind me to grab my dick.
My completely limp dick.
She pauses once her hands grab it, thoughts going through her skull at hundreds of kilometers and hour. "...Why?"
"I'm s-sorry, 45-"
"Oh, so I'm not attractive, huh?" Her entire form deflates, eye drifting to look over the side of the bed. "That… wasn't something I considered."
"No!" I grab her shoulders, startling her. "It's… it's not that."
"Oh, really." Her voice goes flat and one of her hands moves to pull the front halves of her shirt closed. "Then why aren't you ready to go?"
"Erm… I j-just went two rounds… and you're being really aggressive."
Her eye flicks back to my face for a second before looking away again. "Nein, that can't be it. This always worked on-"
"I!" I say loudly. "I do not want to hear about that right now. Can't we just…" I wince. "Can we just take it a bit slower?"
She looks back at my face, seriously looking at it for a few seconds as she makes up her mind. "Ja, why not? It's a bit weird to do my usual routine with this arm." She lifts the taped up arm into the air with a limp wrist. "So, you're taking the lead then?"
I sit up successfully this time, and nod. "S-sorry, but-"
"Mmm, I get it." She sighs and steps off of me to kneel on the bed beside me. "So, then, how do you want to do this?"
"Uh…" I can feel my cheeks heating up. "Can you come sit in my lap?"
She complies without saying anything, turning around to sit with her head under my chin.
Right. I reach around her body, hands slowly moving down her frame to the hem of her skirt, where I tug at it with one hand while slipping my other hand inside the skirt.
I can't see her expression from behind her, but I can tell she's following the movement of my hands with her eye.
The hand inside her skirt finds her vagina and my fingers hesitantly start hooking their way inside, still trying to watch the back of her head for reactions. She shifts a bit, but doesn't say anything either way.
"...45?"
"Ja?" Her face turns to face me.
"Are you going to enjoy this if I continue?"
"...I will be fine with anything you do." She shrugs.
"But I don't want you to be 'fine' with it." I sigh in exasperation, hand retreating from her insides but not fully out of her waistband. "I want you to be having a good time."
She opens her mouth to say something, stops and seems to genuinely consider things for a moment before continuing. "I understand." Her face, turned to talk to me, starts to flush for real.
"So…?"
"I'd like you to continue." She places one of her hands over my hand through the skirt, pressing my fingers back inside of her. "Let's see what you can do."
I start to move my fingers around, keeping my attention on how she moves in response, finding some patterns that seem to get her squirming about in a good way and repeating those a few times before changing it up a bit.
Her back arches a few times and her body clamps down on my fingers, and my free arm wraps across her shoulders to keep her in place as she moves around. Her one hand goes under her waistband and tucks under my hand, rubbing the top of her genitals vigorously.
She loses control of her voice finally and a small moan escapes her lips, her free hand coming up to cover her face much too late to do any good.
When she collapses down against my bare chest, I lean down and kiss the base of her neck, pushing aside the fabric a bit to get to her bare skin. My hands both come up, one slightly sticky as I pull her into a tight hug.
She relaxes into it for a moment, before pushing my arms loose enough so she can turn around, wrapping her arms around my torso and resting her head on my chest.
She rest there for a moment before she says in a voice as teasing as ever. "So you're the type that likes to get his partner off first?"
"Wha-"
She pushes herself off of me enough to show me a soft grin on her face.
For once, it doesn't feel like this rare expression is terrifying. I can feel my own face responding to her expression in kind.
Then she glances down. "Oh, so now you're ready?"
I can feel my blush growing stronger.
She shrugs off her shirt and lets it drop behind her, hands immediately coming back up to unhook her bra as she pops her hips up a bit to bring her face close to mine.
I lean down the rest of the way, kissing her a lot less violently than earlier, though her tongue still slips through into my mouth, tapping each tooth in turn like she's counting them.
By the time we break apart, her top is bare revealing her smaller breasts and torn skin, patched in places here and there as evidence of rough and patchwork repairs, similar to 416. She notices where my eyes go and moves her arms to trace along the scars.
"I suppose that it would be better if I spent some more on better skin, huh?"
"...No." My hands find hers. "I like them."
She gives me an amused look. "I'm not into mutilation."
"No!" I protest. "I mean… well, it's not like I want you to get hurt more, but it's… it's proof you made it here." I touch the space where the faux skin changes colors slightly.
"...I suppose I understand. It would be a waste of money to get it completely perfect each time anyway." She shrugs, but her expression is happy.
My hands continue to trace more of her old injuries, some of them patched in a very haphazard manner and some of them done with better care, indications of better times.
It's almost like the scars themselves are trying to tell me about her.
She pushes me down once more after a few more seconds of this, before once more stradling me, this time a hand going down to guide my dick into her under the skirt.
Her hips come down a lot more slowly than 416's did, much more akin to 15. She keeps moving rather than pausing though, clearly knowing how to move to make it feel very good, hips gyrating and her hands coming down to grab my hips to push herself up and down rhythmically.
It's not long before my body gives up once more, warm, sticky liquid filling her vagina.
She waits a few seconds while I finish before standing up and walking on the bed to sit beside me. "Danke, Hadwin."
I smile up at her. "It was my pleasure."
"Enlightening."
I jump at 416's voice. I'll be honest, I had forgotten she was there.
45 glances at her teammate. "What? You're still here?"
416 ignores the jab, eyes focused on me. "It seems like I missed a few steps." She stands up, walking back over to the bed. "I shall correct this."
"W-wait!" I hold my one hand up and hide my crotch with my other hand. "Next time, okay? I'm good for now, you did fine."
She frowns, but nods. "Next time then."
I relax slightly.
Then the door opens back up and I grab my blanket to try to hide myself. 45 also has the decency to try to cover herself, but 416 just turns around, still stark naked and leaking white fluid from her lower half.
"...I thought you said you were done." RO grimaces after catching sight of 416.
"We are. For now." 416 heads over to her pile of discarded clothes and starts to put them on, seemingly only noticing my cum as she starts to put on her underwear.
RO sighs and tosses a towel she had brought to the girl. "Here. Wrap this around yourself and let's get you to a shower."
"I have a shower right there." I point to the small bathroom, and RO glances at it.
"I suppose that's good enough." She sighs. "Here."
416 seems to be putting her animosity toward Anti-Rain on hold for the moment, letting the other doll guide her to the bathroom as RO whispers a few things into her ear.
45 casually puts her own clothes back on, though she forgoes the underwear and instead spends some time with a small towel wiping at herself under the skirt she never took off.
As I struggle back into my clothes, 15 comes back, now dressed in her usual pajamas. Instead of saying anything, she just tugs on my sleeve as I get my shirt on, her lips curled into a pout.
"I'm… I'm sorry." I mumble just loud enough for her to hear. "I didn't mean to-"
"I'm not mad about that." she mutters at the same volume. "Next time though, I want you to at least lock the door so I have a chance to cover myself up."
"...Right."
Eventually, everyone gets a chance to clean up in the shower, is changed, and is ready for the night, having laid out some air mattresses. The final occupancy of the room is seven, 15, 45, 416, RO, Aleah, S.A.T. and I.
I step out of the shower, having gone last and now back in my short and T-shirt I had started the night in. The rest of the dolls are settled into their sleeping spots… well, aside from 45, who seems to be waiting for me to step out of the shower.
I'm barely out of the door before she pushes me onto the bed in between 416 and 15.
It wasn't as hard of a shove as I had been expecting, and I could have resisted it if I wanted. Huh. Seems like she's still being careful.
I barely have time to push myself up to where my head will rest on a pillow before 45 launches herself in the air to land on top of me.
416 grabs my arm and pulls it between her breasts, and 15 grabs my other arm to use as a pillow, letting 45 climb the rest of the way up my torso.
I let my head rest back on the pillow, mind oddly blank.
Tonight had been… unexpected, weird… but in the end, I think I'd do it over again.
My eyes close, darkness starting to eat away at my thoughts, the last one I could remember later being grateful for the three dolls sharing my bed.
And then the darkness overtook me, and I thought no more.