A DOLL'S LUCK

Sabrina sat at the booth in the crowded restaurant, chewing contentedly at a club sandwich and trying to figure out what exactly she wanted to get her boyfriend, Tom, for Christmas. Her best friend and roommate, Vickie, a vixen and fellow student at Thayer University sat across from her, sipping an iced tea and looking thoughtfully at a group of power soccer-moms who were busily discussing their plans for the holiday season. Sabrina sighed as she mentally ticked off the list of things that Tom either already had, didn’t want, or was going to be getting already from his obscenely rich parents. Finally she burst out,

“Damn it, I’m never going to find something to get Tom for Christmas!” Vickie looked over at her friend, and after swallowing her tea asked,

“Why not?”

“He has everything! His parents always get him the most expensive presents, and he never gives me any gift ideas. He always manages to come up with something wonderful for me, and then I feel awkward when I get him something he doesn’t really like. I was hoping this year would be different, but everything is turning out to be just the same! It’s the day before Christmas Eve and I still can’t think of what to get my own boyfriend.” Sabrina stabbed viciously at a stray french fry with her fork, skewering it on the tines and then glaring at it for a moment before popping it into her mouth.

“I’m sure you’ll come up with something,” Vickie soothed, taking a bite of her own sandwich and washing it down with another sip of tea. “We’ll find him something. We have all day to shop.”

“I just know that whatever it is just won’t be good enough! It never is!”

“Oh come on, Sabrina, I’ve never heard him complaining.”

“Of course you haven’t. He would never be rude about it, but I know anyway. He gives me this little smile and says something like, ‘Wow, what a great gift,’ and then he puts it at the back of his closet and I never see it again. And then every time I ask him what he wants for Christmas, he just says ‘Surprise me, honey.’ I swear, that snow leopard can be so infuriating sometimes. I just can’t win!” Vickie made a noncommittal noise and then said,

“Well, this year will be different.” The vixen paused and took another sip of tea. “How about this: I’ll give you an idea and you can tell me whether or not it’s a good one. I know Tom almost as well as you, after all. Two heads are always better than one.”

“Well, it couldn’t hurt,” the skunk said gloomily, picking at her food, “But I don’t really know if it will do much good either. I’ve been wracking my brains for weeks and nothing has come to me. Also, you’re going to have to keep the prices pretty low, I’m on a college student budget, you know.”

“You and me both, roommate,” Vickie said dryly and then thought for a moment before suggesting, “how about a nice watch?”

“Lame,” said Sabrina, not looking up.

“Hmm, a new leather jacket? That one he always wears is disgusting. I think he’s had it since he was about sixteen. It’s way too small for him.”

“His mother is getting him one. She called to tell me not to get him one because she had one specially ordered for him from Europe.” The skunk made a face.

“Ooh, that new Minnesota Jones box set is out. Tom’s always been a freak for that action stuff.”

“He already has it. In fact, he bought it the day it came out and I couldn’t tear him away from the TV until he had watched every single movie in the set.” Vickie frowned and there was a moment of silence. Then a sly grin spread over the vixen’s face.

“We’re thinking too tangibly, Sabrina. His parents can get him anything he could ever want when it comes to objects. They’ve got money coming out the ears. However, there’s one thing you can give Tom that Mommy and Daddy can’t.”

“And what would that be?” asked Sabrina, smiling as if she already knew.

“Yourself of course.”

“Hmm, go on.” “Let’s see…you could get him one of those cute little fake coupon books that has vouchers that say things like: ‘This coupon entitles you to one free blow job.’” Sabrina blushed a little and then giggled.

“I gave him one of those for his birthday. The coupons were gone after only a few weeks. He kept springing them on me at the weirdest times, too.” Vickie laughed and then said,

“Well, how about one of those nice books with all the different positions in them? You could tell him to pick a few and then, well, you know.” The skunk giggled again and turned even redder than before.

“Tom got me one of those for our anniversary the year before last. We’re currently on page two hundred and sixty-seven…” The skunk trailed off, a dreamy, unfocused look coming over her face. The vixen blew her breath out in an exasperated snort, and then reached across the table to tug at the white collar that encircled Sabrina’s neck.

“Hey, pay attention, you! This is getting serious!” The skunk giggled and readjusted her collar.

“Sorry, my thoughts were getting away with me.”

“Here’s an idea. Why don’t I tie you up and leave you on Tom’s bed? It could be a surprise.”

“You guys do that all the time anyway.”

“True, but this time I could use Christmas ribbon instead of rope, and put a nice shiny bow on your head.” They both thought about it for a moment and then Sabrina shook her head somewhat wistfully.

“No, it’s too much like what we do normally. It wouldn’t be enough of a surprise. I want my gift this year to be something totally unexpected, something he will never be able to see coming.” Vickie creased her brow in concentration and neither of them spoke for almost a minute. Then the vixen’s eyes lit up, and the lines on her face smoothed out into a radiant smile.

“I’ve got it!” she cried triumphantly, and Sabrina had the feeling that if they hadn’t been in a public place, Vickie would have leapt to her feet and shouted “Eureka!”

“What?”

“You can give yourself to Tom for Christmas!”

“Vickie, we’ve already been through this.”

“No, no, listen. I learned this new spell in my Casting 310 class right before the end of the semester; it’s a shrinking spell.”

“Go on.”

“Well, what if I shrank you down so that you were the size of a doll? We could put you in an empty doll box and then I could wrap you up and give you to Tom. I could tell him that you wanted him to open the present as soon as he was alone, and then when he tears off the paper, there you’ll be, his very own Sabrina doll.” The skunk’s eyes had grown wide, and when the vixen had finished, there was a brief moment of silence before Sabrina erupted into delighted giggles.

“That’s the best idea I’ve ever heard!” she cried, thumping her paw on the table, before dissolving into giggles once more. After a moment, Vickie joined her, and the two laughed for a long time, until finally they had to stop, both of them gasping for breath and giving spasmodic little hiccups.

“Ok, ok, let’s think about this,” the vixen said after she got her breath back. “We need to find a doll box and then I need to go back to our apartment and pull out my textbook to check on the spell.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Sabrina said suddenly, a little frown creasing her brow, “What if I get thirsty or have to go to the bathroom or something? I mean we’re talking about a long time between when I get wrapped up and when Tom opens the present. And how is he going to get me big again?”

“Don’t worry,” Vickie said smiling, “Dr. Richardson taught us this hibernation spell before exams. It lets me put you into a state of suspended animation. You’ll still be conscious, but you won’t have to eat or sleep or drink or go to the bathroom, and you’ll be frozen. I’ll cast that one on you before I put you in the box. You might get a little bored, but I’m sure I can think of something that will fix that too. I can just write the incantations that dissolve the spells down for Tom and tape them to the box and he can use them whenever he’s ready.” The skunk gave a relieved sigh.

“Whew. At first I was afraid that I was going to have to bring some supplies into the box with me. What size do you think I should be? Should I be more like one of those little fashion dolls, or more the size of a China doll?” Vickie thought for a moment, and then said,

“A China doll I think. A fashion doll would be too small for Tom to ‘play’ with, if you know what I mean.” Sabrina giggled.

“Yeah, those huge paws of his wouldn’t be able to do much with a smaller doll,” There was a pause, and then the skunk released a sudden squeal of excitement. “Ooh, we should get some accessories! You know like the little plastic brushes and extra clothes that come with dolls? Except instead of little plastic things, we could get some lingerie to dress me in and then some sex toys and some lube and shrink them all down to match my size.”

“That’s a great idea! We can go shopping for them right after we finish up here. I also want to take you to the salon. My treat,” she said when she noticed Sabrina glancing down at her wallet. “Think of it as part of my Christmas present to you. We want the dolly to look pretty for Tom, don’t we?” The skunk giggled and said,

“Yeah, I guess we do.” With that, Sabrina signaled to the waitress to bring them their check, and a little over five minutes later, the two friends were wading back into the crowded mall, linking arms to make sure that they weren’t separated by the mobs of last-minute Christmas shoppers. First they headed for the toy store on the mall’s second floor. The place was thronged with frantic shoppers and the pair looked around in shock as a couple of elderly felines almost came to blows over the last remaining Minnesota Jones action figure in the store. There was a line at the counter stretching to the back of the store, but Sabrina elbowed her way to the front with Vickie following close behind. A harassed looking young badger was standing behind the counter, and when Sabrina approached, the lines of his face deepened and he looked as though he were on the verge of snapping at her. Then he caught sight of the huge flirtatious smile that she had pasted onto her face, and his expression softened. A large soppy grin appeared on the badger’s face, and Sabrina knew they had won.

“Excuse me sir,” Sabrina said in her best seductive voice. “I hate to bother you when the store is so busy, but my friend and I really need to find an empty doll box. We’re trying to make a Christmas present and we won’t be able to do it if we can’t find a box.” The badger simply stared at Sabrina’s lips for a moment, a glazed expression on his face, and then he seemed to come back to himself. He gave his head a little shake and then smiled back, somewhat sappily at the skunk, who smiled right back.

“Uh, sure,” he said. “Let me see what I can do.” Without another word, he turned his back on the crotchety old raccooness who had been attempting to get him to accept her expired coupons, and disappeared into the back. About five minutes passed in which Vickie and Sabrina listened to the raccooness muttering to herself, and then the clerk returned, carrying a large pink box under one arm. “Here you go miss,” he said triumphantly, handing the box over to Sabrina. “Sometimes people steal the toys and just leave the boxes behind. We usually don’t know what to do with them, so we throw them out, but you got lucky. One of the other employees just found this one and they hadn’t taken it out to the dumpsters yet.”

“Oh, thank you so much!” Sabrina cried, snatching the box and giving a little jump of excitement. “This is perfect!” she squealed as she took in the large space for the doll, and the numerous little slots for accessories.

“No problem, miss,” replied the clerk, and then Sabrina and Vickie were elbowed out of the way by the old raccooness, who immediately began to complain to the badger. He gave them a chagrined smile and waved as they made their way out of the shop.

“Well, that’s one task down,” said Vickie as they emerged and began to walk past the rows of stores. “Where to next?”

“Hmm, how about Le Femme?” Sabrina said after a moment of thought.

“That fancy lingerie store? I thought you were on a budget!”

“I am, but I read in the paper that they’re having a Christmas clearance. I’m sure we can find something in the discount bin.”

“You’re the boss.” They trekked onward, pushing themselves through the crowds until they reached a small, elegant store several yards down with a pink neon sign out front that said: 'Le Femme' in elegant cursive. They left the store thirty minutes later with Sabrina carrying a small black and pink bag in one paw. Inside the bag were two pieces of lingerie she had found in the discount bin at the back of the store. One of them was an airy confection of light blue lace that perfectly matched the skunk’s eyes and which revealed more than it covered up. The second was a low cut miniature dress made out of supple black leather and bedecked with silver rings. From Le Femme, they headed back the way they had come until they reached a brightly colored store called Teddy’s Toy Box. Vickie and Sabrina paused for a moment to gape at the store’s window display, a selection of expensive glass dildos on a red velvet cushion, and then, giggling, they stepped inside. Sabrina looked with longing at the multi-function rabbit vibrators at the front of the store, but Vickie dragged her away, saying that there was no way in hell she could ever afford one of those. In the end, Sabrina settled on a plain but powerful wand vibrator, a bottle of Tom’s favorite warming lube, and a selection of toys from the section in the back of the store which was labeled, “special tastes.” These included a dozen or so yards of strong black silk cord, a black silk blindfold, a pair of silver nipple clips, and a black leather bit gag studded with tiny silver hearts. The price that showed up at the cash register made Sabrina cringe, but she paid it anyway, knowing that this was also a Christmas present to herself. When they left the store, Sabrina was almost glowing with excitement, and was all for going straight home, but Vickie stopped her.

“I’m taking you to the salon, remember?” the vixen said, taking the skunk’s arm and dragging her towards the beauty parlor.

“Oh yeah,” Sabrina said, casting a longing glance at the parcels in her arms. The visit to the salon proved to be lengthy, but well worth it. When they left, Sabrina felt as if she was glowing. Her black fur shone like obsidian and her white stripes glistened as if they had been coated with silver. Her hair was curled into perfect white waves, and glittered with tiny crystals that the stylist had woven into the curls. Her eyes blazed cobalt blue from an expertly applied lining of black kohl, and her lips shimmered and pouted with their coating of scarlet lipstick. She couldn’t stop thanking Vickie as they walked out of the mall and towards the parking garage, and finally the vixen simply had to tell her friend to shut up. They finally found Vickie’s beaten up old sedan at the very top of the farthest parking garage, and after throwing their numerous shopping bags into the back seat, they slid inside. The ride home took fifteen minutes, and by the time they had arrived at the apartment building located just off the campus of Thayer University where they both went to school, Sabrina was almost twitching with impatience. When the car stopped she bolted out of her seat, grabbed up her bags and ran through the door of their building, up four flights of stairs and down the hall to the door of the apartment that she and Vickie shared. After fumbling the door open with her keys, Sabrina bolted inside, hit the lights and threw her shopping bags down on the couch to wait for the vixen, who was calmly walking up the second flight of stairs. She couldn’t sit still, and began to pace back and forth, smiling as she imagined the look on Tom’s face when he got a look at his present.

“If you don’t sit down, Sabrina, you’re going to give yourself a heart attack,” said Vickie as she walked through the doorway to their apartment.

“Nope,” replied the skunk, dancing in small circles across the carpet to a tune she had begun to hum. “I’m young and healthy.”

“Well, sit down anyway and unpack your stuff while I get my textbooks from my room.” Sabrina stuck out her tongue at Vickie as the fox passed on the way to her room, but she stopped dancing nonetheless and plopped down on the couch to rifle through her shopping bags. She pulled out the large pink doll box and set it on the floor, followed by the two tissue-paper wrapped pieces of lingerie, and then the sex toys, which she arranged in a neat little row on the carpet. Vickie emerged from her room a minute or so later holding two books, one a heavy textbook called Practical Spellwork and one a paperback called Sexy Spells for Modern Belles. She set the paperback down on the coffee table and then sat down next to Sabrina on the couch and opened the textbook. After some flipping around, the vixen said, “Aha!” and pointed triumphantly at a page.

“Here it is. The shrinking spell. It looks pretty easy. All I have to do is figure out how big I want you to be and then concentrate and say the incantation. The counter-spell is even easier. All Tom will have to do is say ‘Speliamis finnitus’ and concentrate on how you are normally.” She flipped forward a few more pages and then said, “And here’s the hibernation spell. Hmm, it says that once cast, this spell will immobilize the subject and make him or her impervious to hunger, thirst, tiredness, and the need to use the bathroom. The counter-spell for that one is the same.” Vickie put down the book and then looked over at Sabrina. “It looks like we’re in business. Do you want to get started?”

“Sure, but what’s the other book for?” Sabrina asked, pointing to the paperback on the table.

“Oh, nothing,” Vickie said innocently, but giving Sabrina an impish grin. “It’s a surprise. You’ll like it, trust me.”

“If you say so,” said Sabrina, giving her friend a look, but too anxious to get started to pay much attention to the other book. “So, what should we do first?”

“Well, first, you go put on one of those pieces of lingerie while I get the box ready. I’m going to tape some padding inside the doll compartment so that you’ll be comfortable and do a little bit of spellwork so that it says ‘Little Miss Sabrina Doll’ on the box instead of ‘Little Miss Linda Doll.’ Sabrina giggled and then scooped up the two packages from Le Femme before disappearing into her bedroom to change. Ten minutes later she re-emerged wearing the black leather mini dress with her favorite pair of black lace panties just visible beneath the skirt. Vickie looked up and smiled with satisfaction as she took in her friend’s appearance. The dress made her legs look even longer and shapelier than they already were, and the plunging neckline showed off her breasts perfectly, just barely concealing the nipples. The white collar around her neck stood out in stark relief to both the black of her dress and her fur. “That’s perfect,” the vixen said, rising from the couch and spinning Sabrina around by one paw so as to admire the outfit from all angles. “Tom is going to be the happiest snow leopard alive when he opens up this present.” Sabrina blushed and gave a pleased giggle before sitting daintily down on the couch.

“So, what next?” She asked.

“Next we shrink the toys and the other lingerie so that they fit in the package. That will help me practice for the main event.”

“Okay.” Vickie knelt on the floor in front of the line of toys and took a deep breath. Then she pointed at the vibrator and said,

“Minimus zdelemas igramaesh.” There was a small pop, and suddenly the vibrator was the size of a doll’s hair brush, tiny and delicate. Sabrina gasped, but Vickie simply repeated the process until each of the toys was the same size as the vibrator. Then she fitted the toys into the cardboard slots inside the box which had been designed to hold the doll’s plastic accessories. Sabrina was delighted to see that the outside of the box now indeed read, “Little Miss Sabrina Doll,” and was emblazoned with a caricature of her own smiling face.

“Wow Vickie!” The skunk exclaimed as the fox secured the last of the toys inside the box. “I never realized how good of a sorceress you were. This is amazing!”

“Thanks, but it’s really nothing. I think even a competent freshman could pull these spells off.”

“Well, I think you’re great,” Sabrina said, and reached over to give Vickie a quick hug, which the fox returned.

“Now for the real test. Are you ready to hibernate, Sabrina?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” the skunk said cheerfully. “What should I do?”

“Lie down on the couch and close your eyes. This won’t hurt a bit.” Sabrina did as she was told, lying back on the couch and closing her eyes with her paws at her sides. She heard Vickie murmur a series of strange words above her head, and a moment later a strange sensation fell over her. It was as if her entire body had fallen silent. She had never really noticed the everyday burble of her stomach except for when she was hungry, or the rhythmic whoosh of her lungs, but now the sounds were gone. She could still breathe, and she was sure that she still had a stomach, but all of the feelings that went with them were gone. She was sure that the same would hold true for her bladder and whatever other organs would normally complain about being confined in box for several hours. She also realized that she couldn’t move. Sabrina tried to raise an arm, but even though she felt her brain telling the arm to move, nothing happened. The only thing she could move was her eyelids, and she blinked rapidly in surprise. “Comfortable?” asked Vickie, and Sabrina tried to nod, forgetting that her head wouldn’t move. Instead, she blinked twice for yes, hoping that the fox would get the message. “Ok, now for the shrinking spell,” the fox continued, and Sabrina was unsure of whether Vickie had understood her or not. The vixen spoke the same words that she had said over the toys, and a sudden rushing sensation filled Sabrina’s body. Her stomach filled with butterflies, as if she had just missed a step going down a flight of stairs, and for a moment her vision blurred. Then she was lying on the couch again, but everything was a whole lot bigger. The couch cushions were king-sized mattresses, and the ceiling was a far away plane of white paint. She heard Vickie clap her paws and give a little crow of triumph before the vixen’s head floated back into her line of vision. It looked huge. “Now just one more thing,” she said, grinning down at the doll-sized Sabrina. “This is my surprise.” She reached down for the paperback which she had placed on the coffee table, flipped to a dog-eared page, and then chanted, “Amoramis lustilix pleziyush.” All at once, it felt as if someone had placed a vibrator right on Sabrina’s clitoris. She cried out, but the only thing the escaped through her frozen lips was a high-pitched moan. She saw Vickie smile. “That was a spell to get you ready for Tom when he opens the box. You’ll be so frustrated by the time you get out of there that you won’t want him to stop until the sun comes up. You’ll thank me later,” she said as Sabrina glared up at her. “Now, it’s into the box with you dolly.” There was a moment’s pause, and then Sabrina felt herself being lifted. Vickie’s paws were soft and gentle as she slid Sabrina into the freshly padded doll compartment in the box. Through the clear plastic window at the front, she could see the now enormous landscape of her living room, and could watch Vickie as she sealed the top of the box with several pieces of scotch tape. The buzzing at her clitoris made Sabrina want to squirm and moan, and thrust her hips, but all she could do was stand rigid in the box and give off stifled moans of pleasure. Vickie walked off in the direction of her bedroom, and Sabrina simply stood there, immobile in her box, tormented by the sensations running through her, and from which, she was beginning to suspect, she would be unable to orgasm. Vickie returned about five minutes later carrying a large red Christmas gift bag and several sheets of green tissue paper. “Now it’s time to package you up,” the vixen said, her voice muffled by the cardboard walls surrounding Sabrina. She felt herself being lifted and then she was in the bag, surrounded by its white interior, which soon became green as Vickie shoved the tissue paper in around her. The fox finished with her work and then Sabrina heard her walk away. Time passed and she began to relax as the buzzing between her legs faded to an almost unnoticeable hum. After what seemed like an hour, she felt the bag being lifted, heard the door to their apartment open, and then she was being carried down the hall. Well, here goes nothing, Sabrina thought to herself. I’m on my way.

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Vickie cruised slowly down Thirty-First Street, with Sabrina strapped securely into the passenger seat beside her. Tom’s apartment was only a couple miles away, but she wanted to stop in at The Toy Depot to pick up a doll for her kid sister before she went over to present him with his gift. She pulled into the toy store’s parking lot a few minutes later, and not wanting to leave Sabrina in the car, she opened the passenger door and brought the gift bag containing her friend with her into the store. There were just as many shoppers here as there had been at the mall, and if anything, they were even more frantic than the ones this afternoon. After looking at the large plastic signs over the aisles, Vickie decided that he best bet would be aisle three, “Dolls and Action Figures,” and headed in that direction. She shifted the bag containing Sabrina from one paw to another. That girl was heavier than she looked. The doll aisle was already occupied by several people, and Vickie’s progress was slow as she tried to crane at the various dolls over the shoulders of the other shoppers. What was it that Janie had wanted? It had been called something like “Magical Mindy.” Janie had told her that it was a wolfess sorceress dress up doll. Ah, there it was, next to a row of, wouldn’t you know it, “Little Miss Linda Dolls.” Vickie reached out and tried to grab of the Mindy dolls from the shelf, but they were too high up. Frowning, she put down the gift bag on the next shelf and used both paws to hoist herself up. She managed to grab the nearest Mindy and then toppled backwards. She scrabbled for support and managed to grab one handle of the gift bag before falling backwards and hitting her head against the opposite shelf with a dull thunk. She heard Sabrina’s box slide out of the bag, heard a couple other boxes fall down on top of it, and then one of the other shoppers had his arms under hers and was lifting her off the floor with the Mindy doll still clamped in her arms. Vickie looked around dazedly to see who had helped her, and her senses sharpened at once when she saw that it was an attractive young male fennec who had come to her rescue.

“Are you ok, Miss?” he asked anxiously.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said, smiling at him. “It was just a bump on the head.”

“You dropped your bag,” the fennec said politely, and when she started over to pick it up, he said, rather gallantly in Vickie’s opinion, “Oh no, let me.” He shoved the pink doll box back inside the gift bag and handed it to her.

“Thank you so much,” Vickie said, tossing her head and smiling flirtatiously at her rescuer. “I’m Vickie by the way.”

“I’m Patrick.”

“Pleased to meet you Patrick.” They shook paws, and a moment later, Vickie was asking “So, can I buy you a cup of coffee, Patrick, by way of a thank you?” She batted her eyes at him. The fennec smiled and then said,

“Sure, I’d like that. Let’s just pay for our things. There’s a great little coffee shop a few doors down.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Vickie said, smiling back. They made their way up to the front together and each of them paid for their respective purchases. Vickie thought as she walked out of the store beside Patrick that the gift bag felt a little bit lighter than it had before, but she put it down to imagination. She had more important things to think about right now, namely whether or not Patrick had a girlfriend.

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Vickie walked out of the coffee shop almost two hours later, riding on a pleasant caffeinated buzz. She patted her pocket, where she had put the slip of paper Patrick had used to write down his number for her, and a large, happy grin spread over her face. She hadn’t met anyone like the fennec for a long time. They had talked about everything, from movies to politics, and once he had made her laugh so hard that coffee had almost come spurting out of her nose. She found where she had parked her car and let herself in to the driver’s seat, stowing the “Magical Mindy Doll” on the back seat and carefully buckling the gift bag that contained Sabrina into the passenger seat. It had been a good day, all in all, Vickie decided as she started the car and drove in the direction of Tom’s apartment. She had helped Sabrina find the perfect present for Tom, she had finished her Christmas shopping, and she had gotten a really cute guy’s number along with the promise of a date. The vixen sighed. Yes, life was good. She pulled into one of the guest parking spaces in front of Tom’s apartment two minutes later. She stayed in the car for a minute so that she could scratch a note to the snow leopard which let him know the counter-spells for all of the enchantments that she had put on Sabrina, and then she got out. After grabbing the gift bag up from the passenger seat, she headed over to the building and pressed the call button for Tom’s apartment. Several moments passed, and then the snow leopard’s deep voice said,

“Yes?”

“It’s me Tom,” Vickie said into the intercom. “I’ve got Sabrina’s present for you. Let me in.”

“Hang on,” said Tom, and a few seconds later there was a buzz and Vickie was able to open the door to the building. She bounded up the flights of stairs to Tom’s sixth floor apartment, excitement growing in her breast. She couldn’t wait to see what Tom thought of her handiwork. The snow leopard was waiting for her when she reached the sixth floor, and the moment she saw him she folded him into a bone-crushing hug, which he, after a moment’s surprised pause, returned with equal vigor. “Whoa,” he said when they had broken apart, and Vickie had made her way into his apartment. “What was that for?”

“Oh, I’m just having the best day of my life,” Vickie replied, smiling as she carefully put down the gift bag and sat down on Tom’s sofa.

“Good to hear,” said Tom, sitting down beside her. “So, where’s Sabrina?”

“Oh, she’s running late. She told me that she wanted you to open her present as soon as you got it though.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” said Vickie vaguely, “I think maybe she wanted you to know what it was before she got here.”

“Well, she’s the boss,” Tom said, and both he and Vickie laughed. The snow leopard walked over to pick up the bag and weighed in his hand. “Hmm, I wonder what she got me.”

“Open it up and find out,” Vickie said eagerly, deciding that she just had to stay long enough to see Tom’s expression when he saw the box.

“Ok,” Tom said, a smile spreading over his face. Without another word, he reached into the bag and pulled out the large, hot pink box. A look of puzzlement crept over his face. “Why would Sabrina get me a ‘Little Miss Linda Doll?’”

“Use your eyes Tom! It’s not a ‘Little Miss Linda Doll,’ It’s a ‘Little Miss Sabrina Doll.’ Tom looked bewildered.

“What? No, it says ‘Linda’ on the box. It’s one of those cheap little China lioness dolls.” Now it was Vickie’s turn to look bewildered.

“What? Let me see.” She grabbed the box out of Tom’s paws and then she felt as though someone had dropped about ten pounds of lead into her stomach. “Uh-oh,” she said, looking into the box’s plastic window and seeing the cheerful painted face of “Little Miss Linda.” Then she remembered Patrick picking up one of the pink boxes from the floor of the toy store and putting it into the gift bag. Vickie groaned. “Um, Tom, we have a problem.”

“What?”

“You might want to sit down. It’s kind of a long story.” Tom sat, and Vickie began narrating events, starting from when she had the idea of making Sabrina into a doll, and ending with her realization that Sabrina’s box had been switched with that of another “Little Miss Linda.” She left out the frustration spell she had put on Sabrina, though. She at least wanted something to still be a surprise. Throughout this story, Tom’s eyes had been getting gradually wider, and by the time Vickie had finished, his mouth was hanging open slightly. Silence followed the conclusion of the vixen’s tale, and then Tom spoke.

“So, you’re telling me that my girlfriend is currently inside of a doll box and is either sitting in a toy store or in the hands of some stranger?” Vickie nodded miserably.

“Yeah, that’s pretty much it.” Tom bolted up from the couch and went to take his coat down from the rack by the door. As he put it on he said,

“Well come on! We have to get to the toy store before it closes. She might still be there. Those dolls don’t look like they’re very popular.” Vickie jumped up, and a moment later they were running out the door of Tom’s apartment, and down the stairs. They used Vickie’s car because it was closer, and ten minutes of traffic law breaking later they were pulling into the parking lot The Toy Depot. Tom’s paws hurt from clenching his seat as Vickie dodged in and out of traffic, and when he climbed out of the car he felt like kissing the pavement. “Remind me never to let you drive me anywhere again,” he said as they ran to the doors of the store.

“Push off,” Vickie said. “We were in a hurry.” They both felt a sinking in the pits of their stomachs when they approached the toy store’s double glass doors. The store was dark inside, with emergency lights casting the only illumination over the ranks of shelves.

“Oh no,” Tom moaned, pointing to the sign on the door which read:

Closed until Christmas Eve We will re-open from 6:00 pm-Midnight on the 24th for: Our 3rd Annual Christmas Madness Late Night Sale! Merry Christmas!

“What are we going to do now?” Vickie cried, banging her paw against the glass.

“The only thing we can do,” replied Tom, “Wait until they open tomorrow and be the first ones inside the store,” a look of grim determination came over his face.

“But what if someone already bought her?” the vixen asked, her voice shaking slightly.

“I don’t want to think about it,” Tom said, heading back to the car. “We’ll jump that hurdle when we come to it.”

“Tom, I’m so sorry. This has all gone so wrong.”

“It’s not your fault, Vickie. You hit your head. It was just bad luck. Don’t worry; I’m sure we’ll find her. She’s probably in the store right now, plotting her revenge.”

“Yeah, she probably is. You’re going to get quite a surprise when we let her out of that box,” Vickie said smiling slightly, but thinking about the charm of sexual frustration that she had placed on Sabrina. It would be working on her for almost twenty four hours before they would be able to let her out. The skunk would probably jump on Tom the second he took off all of the spells.

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Sabrina was fuming. She currently hung from a small metal hook on a shelf in a toy store surrounded by grinning “Little Miss Linda Dolls,” and plotting how she would get back at Vickie for letting the fox talk her in to this crazy idea. The buzzing at her clitoris came and went, and the skunk was aware of a growing tension within herself. She tried to ignore it, but the fact was that she had never needed to orgasm more in her life. Every so often, the buzzing would become particularly intense, and she would whimper, but the sound would die behind her frozen lips. She had tried rubbing herself against the box a few times to gain some relief, but the spell prevented her from moving more than a couple of millimeters, and her efforts just made the box swing back and forth on its hook. Her thoughts went back to earlier that day when her box had slid out of the gift bag, and several other “Little Miss Linda Doll” boxes had landed on top of it. She had seen Vickie for a few brief seconds, and had heard her talking to her rescuer, but then the stupid fennec had put the wrong box back into the bag. Sabrina had tried to cry out, to let them know that they had gotten the wrong one, but her voice was too muffled and tiny for them to hear. She had simply lain there on the store’s floor, panic rising within her, until an employee had hung her up with the other dolls. He hadn’t noticed the differences in either the box or what was inside it, and she had been forced to watch in horror as Christmas shoppers passed by. She had been terrified that someone would buy her, but then a voice had come over the intercom saying that the store was closing, and she had been safe. Vickie and Tom would realize what had happened and they would come get her as soon as the store opened. Until then, she would just have to deal with that maddening buzzing between her legs. Time passed, she wasn’t sure exactly how long. The store was completely silent, the only sounds, the distant rush of passing cars on the street outside. At one point she thought she heard Tom and Vickie’s voices, but they soon stopped and she began to think that she had imagined them. After a while, she slept, lulled by the gentle swinging of the package. When she awoke it was daylight, but the store was still empty. Fear clawed at her. What if the store didn’t open again until after Christmas? She would be stuck here for days. The hibernation spell seemed to be wearing off, because this time when Sabrina tried to struggle, she set the box swinging wildly from its hook. She tried to hold herself still, and after a few seconds the box slowed down, but then buzzing between her legs, which had been relatively quiet while she slept, gave a sudden powerful surge. Sabrina jerked her hips and gave a desperate muffled cry of pleasure, and the box began swinging again, but she just couldn’t stop moving her hips. The buzz was incredibly intense, and although the spell still stopped her from moving very much, the minute movements were enough to maintain a steady rocking. She moaned again, and wriggled, trying vainly to find a way to rub the maddening throb between her legs, but it was no good. She was still bound by invisible ropes. More time passed. The quality of the light changed from that of the early morning, to midday, to late afternoon, to twilight, and finally to darkness. Sabrina’s panic, which she had been able to quell during the daylight, returned full force with the coming of darkness. She was a breath away from beginning to scream, when a familiar sound came to her ears: the jingle of the bell over the store doors. Then she heard several pairs of feet stepping across the floor and a voice saying,

“I hate these damn late openings. The store gets insane.”

“I know,” said another voice, “But people go crazy right before Christmas. You can’t blame the boss for wanting to take advantage of it.”

“I guess not,” replied the first voice. “How long do we have till opening?”

“About fifteen minutes.”

“Great, enough time for me to get a cup of coffee.” Sabrina tuned out the rest of the conversation and concentrated instead on the warm glow which had suddenly suffused her. She was safe. Tom and Vickie would be coming to get her in only a few minutes. She settled back and waited, her relief outweighing any anger she might have felt at having been left at the toy store. Tomorrow they would all be laughing at this. Soon she heard the chatter of many voices and the sound of dozens of pairs of feet pattering across the floor, and she knew that somewhere in that crowd were Vickie and Tom, on their way to rescue her. She heard several people enter the aisle in which her box hung, and she tried to crane her neck to see who it was, but she still couldn’t move enough to turn her head. A little puma cub with her blonde hair done up in pigtails stopped in front of Sabrina’s box, and the skunk heard her say in a loud whining voice,

“Mom! I want that one!” Sabrina saw with horror that the cub was pointing directly at her. A large golden paw came into view and she felt herself being lifted. A moment later, her box had been placed in the arms of the puma cub, who immediately poked a finger at the box’s plastic window. “Wow mom!” she cried, tugging at her mother’s paw. “Look at her! She almost looks real!”

“That’s nice dear,” said the cub’s mother distractedly, and the pair walked off towards the checkout counter. Sabrina began to panic. She tried to cry out, to explain her situation to the girl, but nothing came out but a series of muffled squeaks. Helpless, she was lifted up on to the checkout stand and her box was scanned. The total was thirty-five dollars and seventy-five cents. While the little cub’s mother paid for the doll and a few other items, the girl took Sabrina’s box in her arms and went to stand over by the doors. The skunk tried to scream, but her lips remained locked. Then suddenly, she heard a familiar voice shouting from across the store.

“Hey! Hey Tom! I found her! She’s up front! Some little girl has her!” Relief surged through her. It was Vickie’s voice. She was safe. There was the sound of running footsteps, and she heard Tom’s voice say,

“Oh thank the gods!”

“Hey, little girl, you, the puma!” Vickie was saying, and the vixen’s legs came into Sabrina’s vision. “Little girl, I need that doll.”

“Why?” The girl asked defensively, hugging the box to her chest.

“There’s been a mistake. That’s not really a doll, it’s my friend. Her name is Sabrina. If you look closely, you can see her blinking.” The girl’s face came into view as she peered through the plastic window. The face withdrew and then the cub said,

“So? My mom bought her for me. She’s mine now.”

“What? Don’t you understand? That’s a real live skunk, not some little doll. I shrank her down so that she could be a Christmas present for Tom over here.”

“Why?”

“You wouldn’t understand. Why don’t you just trade her for one of the other dolls?”

“I like this one better. She’s much prettier than those stupid lioness dolls.”

“Look kid; just give that box to me. It’s not yours.”

“No! Mommy bought this doll for me, and now she’s mine! You can’t have her.”

“I’ll pay you!” Vickie sounded desperate now.

“How much?”

“Fifty bucks.”

“Do I look like I was born yesterday?” “Seventy-five.” The cub yawned loudly, and Sabrina heard Vickie mutter,

“That’s all I have. Christmas shopping cleaned me out.”

“One hundred dollars,” said Tom. “And if you don’t take that, kid, I’m going to yank that box out of your arms and you won’t get a dime.”

“Fine,” the kid said after a moment. “You give me a hundred bucks, I give you the doll. She wasn’t that pretty anyway.” Tom produced his wallet and pulled out a selection of bills which he handed to the cub, who tucked them into her pocket before handing Sabrina’s box to Vickie. A moment later, they were running out of the store, all three of them giddy with relief.

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They arrived back at Tom’s apartment five minutes later, but Vickie stayed in the car while Tom gently picked up Sabrina’s box and headed towards the door to the building.

“The instructions on how to do the counter-spells are on your coffee table,” Vickie called after the snow leopard’s retreating back. “Tell Sabrina I’m really sorry and that I’ll buy her a big Christmas dinner tomorrow to apologize.” Then the vixen drove off. Tom unlocked the door to the lobby and took the elevator up to the sixth floor so as not to jolt Sabrina any more than she already had been. By the time Tom reached his apartment door, his paws were shaking with excitement. He opened the door and stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind him and throwing his keys on the table by the door. Then he walked straight to the bedroom, grabbing Vickie’s instructions from the coffee table as he went. Tom sat down on the edge of the bed and set the box down beside him. He gently opened the box’s lid, and with the utmost care, slid the inner compartment to which Sabrina had been confined out and sat it on the bed. Sabrina looked perfect to him , a flawless doll in a tiny leather dress. He said softly,

“I’m sorry you had to go through all of that, babe. You know I love you, don’t you?” There was an almost inaudible grunt in reply and Tom smiled. He would take the hibernation spell off of her, but not yet. This was his Christmas present after all, and opportunities like this don’t come along every day. He picked up Sabrina and cradled her to his chest, stroking her soft fur, and reveling in her warmth. She trembled against him and he smiled. Vickie had finally told him about the sexual frustration spell she had put on Sabrina as they were driving to the toy store for the second time. The poor thing must be almost dying for an orgasm by now, but if she had waited all day, he supposed that she could wait just a little longer. He laid the Sabrina doll on the bed once more, and being careful not to hurt her, reached over to slide her black lace panties off. Sabrina couldn’t move, but a little moan escaped her clenched lips and her hips gave just the slightest jerk. “Hush, little Sabrina,” Tom cooed, picking her up once more and positioning her so that she sat with her legs spread over his thigh. “I’ll make it all better.” He reached between those little splayed legs and with the tip of one finger, found the tiny hot cleft between them. He began to rotate his finger in circles over the stiff bud of Sabrina’s clitoris, reveling in the soft, muffled little cries that tore out of her throat. He felt his penis beginning to stiffen and he shifted Sabrina’s position so that she now sat directly in his lap, straddling the growing bulge at his crotch. As he continued to stroke her vagina with one gentle finger tip, he reached up to pinch one of her minute nipples between two fingers of his other hand. He was almost ready to bring her back to full size. There was just one more thing that he wanted to do. Tom took her away from her place at his crotch and stood her up on the bed. He then began to undo the tiny leather ties which held Sabrina’s dress in place. Once he had them all loosened, he slid the dress off of her, revealing the skunk’s perfect nakedness. He took a moment to think how very beautiful she looked, with her hair curled in white waves and her fur shinning, and then he reached for Vickie’s paper. He cleared his throat and said, “Speliamis finnitus,” pronouncing the words as carefully as he could and concentrating on bringing Sabrina back to normal. A moment later, Sabrina was sitting beside him, full-sized and naked as the day she was born. She shook her head once or twice, and then without a word, she turned to Tom, and kissed him harder than she had ever done in her life. When they broke apart, both of them were panting, and she said,

“Tom, I know we have a lot to talk about, but I just spent about a day hanging in a cardboard box, thinking about having you inside of me. So, I want to spend the next twelve hours or so making love to you, and I don’t want to hear any arguments about it.”

“No arguments here, ma’am,” Tom said grinning, and giving her a little salute with one paw.

“Good. Now get undressed before I rip your clothes off.” Tom did as he was asked, and the moment he had discarded his undershorts, Sabrina was kneeling in front of him, moving her red-painted mouth towards his turgid penis. She began to suckle him, using her lips and tongue, and the muscles of her throat to tease and caress his throbbing organ until Tom thought he would burst. Just when he was sure he couldn’t take it anymore, Sabrina pulled away and jumped on to the bed. She laid on her back and spread her legs wide, and Tom could see the moisture glistening deep inside of her.

“Make love to me, Tom,” Sabrina said, her voice smoky with longing. She couldn’t believe this was finally happening after all of that time inside the box, after all that longing to feel Tom’s paws caressing her, to feel his penis inside of her. Tom did as he was asked; first kneeling on the bed and then lying so that his body covered her and his penis hovered just outside her entrance. Sabrina reached between them and positioned the tip of his penis at her opening, and without another moment’s delay, Tom thrust smoothly inside of her. She cried out helplessly, the feeling of him filling her after so many hours of emptiness making her want to laugh and cry at the same time. He began to thrust in and out of her to a slow and steady rhythm, taking care to brush her clitoris with each of his strokes. The skunk took pleasure in watching his trim backside working up and down, up and down as he plunged in and out of her, and she wondered what they looked like, together, Tom’s white and grey over top of her black and white, his brown eyes gazing into her blue ones. It was so good to have him inside of her.

“Let’s turn over, Tom,” she murmured.

“Whatever you want, babe,” he whispered hoarsely back, and without withdrawing from her, he had turned them over so that they were slotted together like spoons. The angle of his thrusts changed, and he was no longer able to graze her clitoris, so to compensate, he snaked a paw around to where they joined and began to stroke the turgid bud to the rhythm of his thrusts. Sabrina moaned in delight and began to push back against him, complimenting his thrusts with some of her own. Tom was able to keep up his steady rhythm for a few minutes longer, but when Sabrina began to clench and unclench her inner muscles around him, his control snapped. He began to accelerate, thrusting so fast that he was sure he would be sore the next day. It was worth it though to see Sabrina’s face transfigure with delight. Her blue eyes opened wide, and she released cry after cry of pleasure as Tom increased the pace of his paw on her clitoris to match the speed of his thrusts. “Oh gods Tom!” she cried, grinding herself back against him, making him moan and shudder. “Oh gods, go faster!” He didn’t think it was possible, but he did as she asked, thrusting into her at a feverish pace. A moment later, Sabrina stiffened against him. At first she just lay there, frozen, as he continued to thrust, and then she began to buck and writhe against him. Her inner muscles spasmed wildly around him in a thunderous climax, and she released a scream of ecstasy that echoed off the ceiling. She had never had an orgasm this huge. It seemed to consume her, like a benign fire, setting all of her nerves alight until they exploded into a series of brilliant lights and colors. The world dissolved around her, and she shook and jerked uncontrollably. The sensation of Sabrina climaxing around him unhinged Tom. He went rigid for a moment, and then began to pump his hips wildly, crying out as the dam within him broke and he climaxed, emptying himself deep inside of his lover. They came together for what seemed like hours, and then they slumped back against the bed sheets. Tom withdrew from her, and Sabrina cuddled up against him, delighting in his warmth, and in the aftershocks of her orgasm. “Wow,” she breathed, turning over so that she was face to face with the snow leopard. “That was amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever had a bigger one. Maybe all that time and frustration in the box was worth it.”

“Hmm, maybe it was,” replied Tom, tracing a paw down the stripes of white fur running down her back. “I’m not sure that I’ve ever had a better one either. There was just something about rescuing you…Maybe I have a prince charming complex.” Sabrina laughed softly and planted a kiss on the end of his nose.

“Maybe you do. If that’s the case, my love, you’ll have to start rescuing me more often.”

“I might just do that.” Tom sighed and gave Sabrina a tender kiss on the lips before closing his eyes. Sabrina poked him in the ribs.

“Hey,” she said with mock petulance. “I told you that we were going to make love for the next twelve hours. Did you think I was kidding? I have a lot of pent up hormones to get rid of after being trapped in that box for the whole day.” Tom opened his eyes and propped himself up on one elbow.

“I thought you would at least want to take a nap or something,” he said.

“Oh no,” said Sabrina, smiling wickedly and shaking her head. “I’m ready to go again. More than ready, in fact. Are you up for it?”

“I think I can manage that,” Tom replied, grinning and turning over on his back.

“Then hold onto your hat, because I have twenty-four hours of pent up frustration to get rid of, and you’re my only outlet,” she said, climbing on top of him and straddling his pubis.

“Hmm, you’re getting sassy, Little Miss Sabrina. Maybe I should put you back in the box for a little while,” he teased.

“If you even try it, Tom, I swear that I’ll learn magic just so that I can hex you for the rest of your life.” She paused, seeming to think about it. “Although I have to say that the consequences of this little adventure have been quite satisfying. Maybe we will have to try it again some time.” Tom looked up in surprise.

“Really?”

“Why not? I’m always up for a little excitement.”

The End