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Nana lay held aloft by a swarm of giggling money. Naked, again. Always naked. They were probably giggling at her nakedness, because of her horns, because of her strange doll-limbs. Really, there were a lot of reasons for them to giggle.

            They paraded her through The Cemetery, jostling her in full view of leering headstones. The air was all yellowy fog and impenetrable charcoal.

            In her periphery, a figure crawled, all medical white. Its shape danced at the edge of her vision. Never quite in focus. She caught snatches of bent, shuffling knees, hunched back, wringing hands, one pale eye. Through the haze of scuffle and giggle she realized the thing was whimpering. Or was she whimpering?

            A girl loomed above her. Had she always been there? Nana wasn’t even sure what her name was. She should know. And she did know. But she wasn’t sure.

            She was like her. Pink hair, little horns, red eyes, naked. The Girl’s vectors wrapped around her like animals, poised. Her eyes were cold as Nana’s doll-limbs. The Girl had eight limbs. Nana only had four. The rest were doll-limbs, fake and silly. She felt very small and frightened.

Nana lay in the dirt. The sudden stillness turned her stomach, yet she could only stare transfixed by the figure like her. The giggling bills were no longer with them. Nana could feel remnants of their presence like a shudder. A pale eye and a whimper flickered in her periphery.

The Girl knelt between her legs. Had she always been there? Her hair covered her eyes. Her vectors wrapped around her like a hug.

            They stared. Flickers and hand-wringing in Nana’s periphery.

            A ghostly hand drifted over Nana, a foot, a thigh, over her spread legs. It brushed her belly and Nana’s skin tingled. It brushed a breast and Nana’s blood quickened. It brushed a cheek and Nana’s blood stilled. Wisps of The Girl’s ghostly hand hovered over Nana’s dry lips. It smelled positively electric.

            “Kiss me.”

            Nana swallowed, but obeyed. Her cheeks flushed as she brushed her lips against the invisible hand. Beside her, silent quivering. She could feel the Pale Thing’s body heat.

            The Girl stared at her through her bangs, mouth slightly agape and eyes gentle but unknowable. Nana became very aware that they were both naked. It meant something. She wasn’t sure what. She cupped her hands between her legs, where she could feel her blood humming excitedly. She was afraid the Girl, sitting right there, could feel the balmy heat coming off of the area. It felt embarrassing, but she wasn’t sure why.

            Nana bit her lip as The Girl caressed the inside of her thighs with tingling, invisible hands. She could feel her cheeks flush. She wanted to ask The Girl what this all meant, but she felt like she should already know. If she asked The Girl might disappear into the yellow or the charcoal or the soft dirt beneath them. And this, whatever it meant, would stop.

            “You can feel this?” The Girl’s voice cool and level.

            Nana’s eyes must have been closed, because she could feel them snap open. She drew her arms up defensively, clutched to her chest. She looked down at her clenched, false limbs. She felt very incomplete.

            The Girl cocked her head slightly and edged forward. Nana sat up, arms crossed across her chest but legs still open. The Girl’s head straightened, bangs obscuring her face.

            “I’m sorry.”

            Nana wasn’t sure what to do. What she should do.

            “I’m sorry.”

            Beside her, she could feel the Pale Thing’s pulse. The smears of charcoal and yellow seemed very still, the gravestones serene.

            “Oh!” Nana could feel The Girl slip a finger inside her. Her eyes closed and she laid back. This definitely meant something. She still didn’t know what.

            Her cheeks flushed and she involuntarily covered herself with both hands again. Still, a second finger found itself inside. Nana arched her back. She clenched and unclenched her hands. She felt her stomach, her hips, her breasts. Her whole body tingled with heat. She wanted The Girl to feel her warmth.

            Nana giggled. “I love you.” She said.

            The Girl went motionless. The Pale Thing whimpered. Nana suddenly felt very exposed. She opened her eyes and looked at The Girl. Hair obscured The Girl’s face. Framing The Girl’s was the yellow and black sky, and the uncomfortable streaks were stirring. Drifts of giggling on the air. Nana suddenly realized the gravity of her condition. The Girl had her fingers inside her.

            The Girl’s vectors began to writhe. Nana’s arms and legs tingled. Her eyes began to tear and her cheeks grew painfully hot. She wanted to withdraw from The Girl’s fingers, but she just couldn’t. The doctors used to always make things worse when she struggled and she really, really wanted to be brave.

            The Girl’s vectors hung above her, leering and predatory.

            “Please...” Nana said, “No more…”

            “There isn’t much left for me to pull off.”

            “No…. no more…”

            Invisible claws slid inside her, she could feel them buzz with excitement. She could feel their sharp edges.

            Tears ran down her face, “N-no more… please,” she was pathetic. Maybe that’s why they giggled at her. She was a helpless doll. More pliable plastic than live flesh.

            Of course, The Girl didn’t listen. Twists and pops agonizingly wracked her insides. She just wanted to be a good girl, she tried to be brave, but no one cared. It never changed anything.

            “No! Please! No more! No, no, no more!” Nana felt like she was going to choke.

            Blood seeped from between her legs as the giggling grew louder. She smelled blood and dirt and her face was sticky and shameful.

            The Girl’s face remained obscured by pink locks of hair.
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