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That's one way to use moss.

So we've had a talk on stream about some kink and fetish stuff, and one hell of an idea was given to me. I need to write more, and this is such an odd but cute concept I can't not give it a shot.

Heads up for sorta portal play, weird masturbation materials, exhibitionism, and a dick-having but gender-ambiguous Reader POV alongside my own persona.

"In theory, as long as it's something that's come from my personal cultivation..." The Librarian of the Dawn's Reverie quietly mused to herself as you flipped through her notes. Again and again she's attempted to fully understand the body she's been gifted, though again and again it's left the both of you stumped. When one discovery is made, it only seemed to bring more questions with it.

Your finger traced over words you'll never understand, symbols that only made sense to the doll pacing a few feet away from the table you'd claimed. As you readjusted in your cushioned bench seat, you caught her approaching from your peripheral. Questionably porcelain hands spread across the pages in front of you, one rising shortly after.

"Hold out your hand." Her raised hand began to seep a black substance, almost the consistency of sap with the sheen of oil from the segments of her fingers. Despite your reluctance, you knew the Librarian would just push her impulsive ideas onto you if you didn't comply. A glob of moisture hit your palm, squirming against your skin as it shaped itself into a long and thin cylinder.

Quiet. She didn't say anything, she just looked at you expectedly. "And what do you want me to do with this?" You were the one to break the silence, taking the object between your fingers to give it a proper look. It was composed of whatever she called her moss, that much was obvious. Something that felt like moss, had a little bit of squish to it - but could cut your fingers if it was willed into a firmer shape. It had this slick coating over its surface, threatening to slide from your grip if you so much as looked at it wrong.

"Mess around with it. Pull on it. Bend it and cause tension on its surface, but work from top to bottom! See, I've got this new theory—" As she started blabbering on, she formed another rod from her opposite hand, the second being thicker and shorter. She didn't have to ask you to take it, knowing you would the second she held it out to you.

"— The moss in me basically acts as muscles and blood, so if I take it from certain places of my body, maybe if I focus enough, it'll feel like some sort of projection."

"So you're thinking if I mess with these, you'll feel it in what? Your wrist?"

"Specifically my right hand's middle finger and my left's thumb. Hence the difference in sizing. To uh, visualize."

Pinches. Pushes. Bends. Each little movement seemed to make those labeled fingers involuntarily follow the movement. Mimicking the ways you bent the test pieces to a limit. Even slightly replicating where each joint would be. The material began to soften over time, turning into a mess of squishy weirdly moist plant matter once the Librarian began chatting with another guest. You could still play with the mass of moss, and her fingers would still flicker and twitch. Just without purpose. Without certainty. Like her nonexistent nerves were being forcibly fired off.

That mass of plant whatever felt kind of nice against the skin. Soft, not too wet, weirdly warm... did the doll have any internal body heat?

"Hey, Alice." You try not to raise your voice too much, on account of being in a library. Her head turned to you briefly before sending her guest on their way, offering you her full attention again.

"I know, I felt it. Without giving it form, seems as if it just sends mimicked signals to whatever location it was pulled from..."

"So, we can say it's mimics the limbs you pull it from. But if you want exact translations,"

"I have to keep my full focus on it, yeah."

At the least, it was progress. But like every other discovery, it brought up another question. You must have had some expression of sudden enlightenment with how the Librarian gave her head a soft tilt. Your hand extended to offer the clump of her internal... organs? Blood? Flesh? Her innards. As grotesque as the thought was, the next made the mental image all the more unhinged.

"Hey. What if we have a little fun with it?" You lowered your voice further to avoid being heard by the others around the Library's floor, though she didn't seem to catch on instantly. Her hand came to take yours, the plant matter worming its way back into the spaces between her ball joints. You could feel it crawling along your palm, unnaturally smooth and with little traction.

"Fun with it? I could see it being a good sort of alert system, but I don't—" Her words met a pause as you took her hand, your eyes locked onto the painted hearts that replaced her pupils. The doll's hand flinched in a slight surprise before it relaxed again, fingers bending to return the hold.

"C'mon, do I have to spell it out? If you can feel what the moss feels, don't you think if it came from certain places it could be a lot more interesting to mess around with?"

The Librarian's eyes darted between yours, watching your gaze fall downward and towards her stomach. It was that shift in focus that made her hand cling to yours, a slow and long breath taken by the doll to avoid an outburst. She couldn't hid the red that took her face, or the sudden inability to look you in the eye.

"Oh! Oh. That's. You meant from there. There? I mean, if it could send the signals to my fingers, then..."

Her free hand came to cover her mouth, the impact making a muffled click, a series of the gentle taps sounding with an impatient finger.

When she spoke again, it was aimed only towards you as her thumb made a soft stroke against the ball of your palm. "Okay, fine. Fine. Only for the sake of science! Or magic! Or whatever we wanna call this! How uh. How should we do that though?"

"If it turns into a sort of semi-liquid when you're not focused on it, then we'll need a kind of container for it to cling to. And while it might be the last time I use it, I do have a stroker in my bag."

"Why do you have a stroker in your bag-." She hissed it through her teeth, shooting closer to you in a lean forward from across the table.

A shrug was your physical response. "I thought you'd keep me here overnight and you'd still be too busy."

Heaving out a sigh, The Librarian's head fell as her wings gave a few small flaps. With your hand still in hers, you could at the least give her a reassuring squeeze. Embarrassment was painted on her face, but it didn't stop her from slipping her hand from yours to walk around the table and take the seat next to you. With your backs to a wall, the bench kept some sense of comfort and the table would offer some semblance of protection. She always liked this little corner for a reason.

She began to clean up her paperwork, giving you the opportunity to fetch the catalyst for either the best or worst experience you'd both have. A subtle glance around ensured that no one would want to grab either of your attentions, your bag set between the two of you for easier access.

"Honestly, this has got to be one of the stupidest perverted ideas you've had." The Doll whispered against her finger, which had traveled between her teeth in anticipation. More likely the anticipation of her making a noise.

"You're the one saying yes to it." An easy comeback for you to make as you brought the toy to the opening of your bag, giving a gentle nod of your head towards it.

It was still oddly cute to watch her take the silicon toy and wrap her fingers around its form. The Librarian seemed to squirm in place as she slipped her thumb into the opening, her eyes darting between the toy and yourself. Not your face, but the slow action of you revealing yourself under the table. Even if she'd seen you naked before, she treated every time as if it was the first. Something that made her giddy with nerves and glee alike.

"Here - Okay, it uh... I transferred the material from... You better be gentle, if this is going to work like we think it'll work."

"I mean, I'll try. But you better be quiet." Your fingers pressed by the lips of the entrance to take a peak, and... well, it was kinda gross. You really shouldn't even be considering sticking your dick in that thing.

However, the sloshy plant matter that came from the Doll squirmed and flowed against the walls of the masturbation toy, tendrils of that inky substance sliding between the bumps and ridges designed for your pleasure. Deciding it best to test the theory first, your thumb slipped into the entrance to penetrate the plant matter. Maybe you could have been slower.

The Librarian's breath hitched as a squeal nearly slipped, her hand shooting open to properly cover her mouth as her hips jolted forward. You could already see her shaking, and shooting you a glare from over her hand. As your thumb made a slower push inward, her eyes closed and her body lurched over the top of the table.

"I think it works." You offered a gentle whisper as your thumb drew backwards, pushing and pulling against the entrance of the toy. You could feel the moss wrapping around your thumb, the ivy-like ropes softly dragging against your skin. Squeezing your thumb, and stroking the surface in a coiled grip.

"And I think you're trying really, really hard to focus on me." It was almost like she was trying to milk you as a form of revenge - the generally collected girl squirming and wriggling from such a simple touch.

"Shhh... it's way different than - than - fuck..."

"Than your insert? Feels a lot more personal, right?"

Her hand drifted between her legs, her head resting against the table to try and hide herself further. It couldn't hide her rolled up skirt, or the fingers rubbing at the outside of her purple lace panties. The small bow on the front bouncing each time her fingertips passes the fabric. The back and forth of your thumb was seemingly matched in pace.

Her lips remained parted as she tried to keep herself into acceptable volume, her free hand returning to her mouth to properly muffle herself. At least that way, you could hear the quiet moans that escaped. The deep breaths that tried to ease her. See the strands of drool already dribbling onto the table below. The Doll's feathers had splayed in a useless attempt to gain some control, but it just encouraged you to bring your fingers to the top of one.

Fingers gliding along the shape of the feathers, gently pushing upon the space... it was enough of a distraction that the insertion of your cock was all the more intense. She nearly hit the table as her legs kicked out, death in her eyes as she looked at the base touching the lips of the toy.

You could have sworn you saw a little bump in her stomach, twitching with each pulse of your length. Already she was wrapping around you entirely, the tendrils circling your cock and squeezing down with each pass. Rolling, grinding, wriggling, clinging. . . "You're starting to - to feel it too now, right?" She had to make her own little dig, but she was right. The attachment she'd usually connect for this sort of action wasn't much different than your toy. Fake flesh, weirdly lubricated on its own with whatever Library magic she had.

But this? You had the lips of the toy pressed to your crotch, and it felt as if she was riding you in one of the most awkward positions ever. Up, and back down - over and over again, making the quietest of wet noises to match. What little smug smile she gained immediately turned into her hiding within her arm the second you moved the toy on your own. Her teeth clamped onto her arm as another glare was shot your way, eyes locked as you, her free hand moving to her stomach to press against the bulge present. Sure enough, you could feel her squeezing around you even further. Fingers pressed from the base of the bump to the tip, applying that further pressure against the underside of your cock. A small circling at the tip, a harder press... It was almost like you two were having a little competition, but either you'd both be winners or losers was up to a later argument. The more you moved the toy, the more she made the plant matter roll against you. Her eyes were beginning to flutter closed, up until they shut entirely and a squeak slipped against her arm. The plant matter was practically vibrating against you, and ended up being the last push you needed. Heavy gasps left the doll as the toy was filled to the brim, her hand clumsily but quickly moving to grab the top of the toy. Whatever spilled from the opening was absorbed between her fingers, her teeth releasing her arm as she took a deep breath. The moisture around you began to leave, the "moss" and matter drawn back into the doll to leave you inside of a dry toy. It made pulling out of it a pain, but she wasn't thinking of that at the time. Just about you making a mess on the hardwood floor. The Librarian sat up to the best of her ability, shaking her hand off as her shoulders rolled in an attempt to make herself comfortable. Completely to your surprise, her hand cupped the side of her mouth to hide it from the rest of the library, opening up to show your cum resting around her tongue piercing. Long enough for you to make the realization before she swallowed it back down. Wings fluttered in her inability to hide her excitement, painted blue eyes filled with a new shine.

It was... quite a sight. The Librarian pressed herself against your side from over top of your bag, her head to your shoulder and her hand to your thigh. It wasn't there for long, with her touch gliding towards your crotch to wrap around you directly. "Hey, hey..." The doll started, tilting her head to properly face you. "That's one theory squashed... Wanna head back to my room and think some more up?"

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