////Alice playing with a rubber ball. No allowchild check needed. Requires silly mode. [Explore] (quite rare)
////Req encounter alices before.
Your [sun]-lit stroll is going well, with no danger in sight. Just as you get even the slightest inkling of foreboding, you're surprised to see a little girl further on ahead! From a distance, she seems to be in a pretty dress, has long hair, and is bouncing a ball against a tree. Without really thinking about it, you're already [walking] toward her, catching yourself before you get noticed. You don't know her, she doesn't know you--maybe you shouldn't approach.
[Watch] [disableif (!allowChild) [Approach] "Her parents can't possibly be far, and in this world, they would hate to find a stranger approaching their child."]
//Approach. "She's cute, and you're ready if anything goes awry."
The inkling you felt continues to persist, like something is gnawing at your mind, but you put it out of your head, pressing on until the girl notices you coming close.

Her eyes go wide and she starts to gasp, though gets interrupted by the ball bouncing back and tapping her on the head. [say:AH--] She rubs her temple, wincing, and you see her horns, wings, and tail unveil themselves. An illusion! This is an Alice! The girl glares at you and you're in for a fight!
{start a battle with an Alice, and add rubber ball to the loot (100%)} ((items can be forced as loot like in googirl file also with the rubber ball))
//Watch. "Just enjoy the simple things, and don't cause any trouble." 
The little girl continues to toss the ball at the tree, looking very bored, until nearly missing the catch! As she juts her hand out, she starts to perk up more. Next, she throws the ball a bit harder, this one needing a small leap to stop from passing over her head! The more she bounces it around, the more she's getting into it, playing with reckless abandon.

A spark flits from the ball as it leaves her hand, careening off the tree, off the dirt, and then up into her hand with astounding speed. Smirking, the child throws it again, denting the bark of the tree and bouncing far into the air above. Staring straight in the sky, she walks around awkwardly, but manages to catch the ball as it falls back down.

With zeal, she throws the ball with all her might at the tree--it bounces back directly into her forehead, [if (guro) {shattering her skull and scattering brain-matter across the grass and dirt|flying into the sky yet again}] as the girl is thrown to the ground.

Rubber ball added to inventory. {add rubber ball to inventory}
///[Use Her].tooltip="It's what she would have wanted." Req guro && allowchild. If guro enabled but allowchild off, disabled text: "As useful as child labor might be, she doesn't look capable." No button at all if guro is off, unless someone makes a non-guro version. No taur support.
A surrendering sigh escapes you as you approach the corpse. [if (isChild) {Go figure that when you find a girl your age she--s|S}]he's not a little girl at all, she was a demon! Horns, tail, wings, the works. You suppose if there's any consolation, she died as she lived. Balls on the brain. Your eyes scan across the demon's supple [aliceskin] skin, drinking in the sight. Not letting the perverseness inhibit you, you pull up the girl's dress and see her [alicePantiesLong] panties. The soft fabric is fitted well for her, with stretchiness that lets you easily pull it aside with your thumb, revealing the puffy, hairless vulva within. The fact a succubus could milk your soul out with this escapes your mind--she's dead, her forehead caved in like a broken vase, there's no danger left. Or at least, so you think, but moisture beads between those lips before your very eyes. [if (watersports) {No, not what you first thought, she's just slowly wetting herself|Maybe it's the body's one last desperate attempt to mate. Not that it would bear any fruit at this point}].

Gliding a [hand] up, you caress her face. One eyeball is bruises and mishapen, almost slipping down into the brain thanks to the destroyed socket, while the other eye is peacefully closed. The contrast between the streaks of red blood and her [aliceSkin] skin is just the right balance for now, before the blood has darkened. Your instincts carry the movement as you lean in and lick, tasting the iron and uniquely demon hints.
//the penis'd version. 
Whether it's something about succubus blood or just your natural impulse, you feel driven to get straight to the action, [if (isnakedlower) {gripping|pulling free}] your swollen [cocks]. There's a relieving sensation the moment you press up against the moist labia, moving the member around to feel every little detail of her tiny delta. Her face remains unreactive, no sign of life even as you lean in. Your [cockhead] pops inside her entrance, filling the space. Moments ago she was playing with a ball like a carefree child, but her pussy is as wet as a whore anticipating her next dick, letting you slide in to the hilt[if (watersports) {, making her squirt one last shot of pee from the pressure}].

The flesh drags a bit as you pump your hips. Although no muscles are contracting around you, her body is just small and narrow enough to squeeze any dick[if (cockThickness > 3) {--her pelvis shifting as you strain its normal, unaided limits|[if (cockThickness < 1) {--even your thin little penis}]}]. You hunch over the young demoness, hugging her soft frame as you fuck her. The limpness is closer to a stuffed doll than a living being--nothing but a fleshlight and pretty face. The thought hits you, in that moment, that with no muscles trying to milk you, it doesn't really matter what hole you use.

Withdrawing, you bring your [cock] over to the Alice's head. Briefly, you look into the bruised eye and feel a sense that she is watching this happen. You hold her head in your [hands] and slap your shaft onto the hole the rubber ball made. It may not be a clean break in the skull, but the messy opening is big enough that you aren't concerned, your dick still slides in with ease. Her brain has not nearly the density of the even the limp muscles of her pussy; this feels like stringy gelatin, and it cooled down more than her cunt had too. Yet it feels [i:good]. The silkiness of her [aliceHair] hair between your digits and the not-so-canal-shaped innards of her cranium make for a novel experience. It almost comes as a surprise when you look at her face again and see the bloody mess you're making. Every thrust is rupturing blood vessels and pushing the slimy cerebral fluid out her nose and eyes--and still you can't stop. You fuck the dead little girl in the head faster, letting the squelching sound echo for all to hear. Everything tenses up inside you, stealing your breath, and you cum with a heavy grunt.

It's unclear how much time is passing as you simply sit there, drooling semen into her skull.