DOLL TIME

Work was life, or that much was true for Arrabella. Nothing was quite as satisfying as a job done well, and that feeling drove them to be better and better over time.
Through any hardship, the simple joy of completing a task never faltered for them, a fact that confused many. They had to have some sort of outlet besides managing their business, it would be unnatural to be that dedicated to work.

Those thoughts seemed right, as Arra was found in the fair, wandering aimlessly through aisles of booths. Though with an air that seemed to hint they were searching for an unnamed something. Each booth was glanced over, casual smiles and greetings given to those they passed. Sure, sex toys were interesting, but Arra had a collection already. Stuffed animals too, but neither of those were what the bun was hunting. Their eyes were still roaming over various vendor stalls as they sashayed from one to the next.

Eventually, they came close. Realistic baby dolls bundled into soft blankets, most appeared to be sleeping soundly. One could be lead to believe they were real, if not for their place in baskets on a table at the fair. Their ears were soft under Arra’s touch, their long nail carefully separating the fur to see each strand had been poked in place with painstaking care. Impressive, and sort of adorable. But Arra wasn’t the target audience here. They never got the appeal of having a baby bun around, after all Murmur did an excellent job parenting. With a final squish of the silicone baby bus ear, they moved on.  Eager to find their prize.

Finally, they caught sight of what they were after.
Even in Murmur’s loving care, Arra had been drawn to fashion and femininity. Clothes and play make up had been beloved toys, but their by far favorite had been Barbun. Dressing the little plastic doll was some of their most cherished memories. Fitting tiny plastic heels onto feet, brushing her hair and ears. The doll had rubbed off onto Arra, and it showed in the grandeur they continued to live with.
The booth was beautiful, excessively pink, but in the best way possible.
Arra would take any chance to expand their hidden collection of plastic ladies. They had even taken time from their beloved job to hunt down more of them.
Beaming at the vendor they quickly knelt to get a better look at things.
A blonde Barbun holding a bonezo in her lap instantly drew their eye. It was nothing short of cursed, the bonezo was not the right scale, and thus seemed giant in Barbun’s lap.
It was perfect.
The little plastic creature reminded them of their own pets, specifically their floppy plush bonezo. Smiling brightly they happily greeted the vendor, enthusiastically purchasing the toy.
With it, they bought almost all the clothes they had, only leaving what they already owned.
A few older collectable dolls were on display too, and Arra was easily swayed.

By the time Arra was done, the Vendor had made a good profit. A good amount of their stock was in Arra’s hands, and they had even earned a generous tip from it all.